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"Courage, in fragile form,   Faith, trusting to the last, Prayer, breathing heavenwards thro' the storm,    But all alike have passed."

Sound on, thou haughty sea! These have not passed in vain; My soul awakes, my hope springs free On victor wings again.

Thou, from thine empire driven, May'st vanish with thy powers; But, by the hearts that here have striven, A loftier doom is ours!