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56 Spite of all that knaves have said, Honest friendship still is real. Let us not life's burden spurn; Gladly, bravely let us take it; We have yet this truth to learn, ''Life is ever what we make it. ''

We may make it grand and pure, Though our lot be low and humble, Building names that will endure When the pyramids shall crumble. To the peaceful, heavenly plains We may draw, each moment, nigher, Making sorrows, cares and pains Stepping-stones to raise us higher.

Let us, one united host, Forward press like friends and brothers ;