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Rh And you who doubt the sky

And fear the sun—

You—Christian with the pack—

You shall not wander back

For I am Hopeful—I

Will cheer you on.

Come—where the great have trod,

The great shall lead—

Come, elbow through the press,

Pluck Fortune by the dress—

By God, we must—by God,

We shall succeed.

TO OTTILIE