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Rh Yea, faith was in the mire
 * And hope had shrunk and sickened
 * Till you within us quickened

The Dream and the Desire; The whisper of your name in us Blew as a wind of shame in us Until the dwindled flame in us
 * Burst in a mighty fire.

And by its blaze we knew
 * The road ’twas ours to follow,
 * And over hill and hollow

We set us to pursue That road with toil and fasting, Our thoughts for comfort casting Out to the everlasting,
 * Illimitable blue.

Still as we go we win us
 * New comrades by the way
 * To share by night and day

What doom the Fates may spin us; Each one the old path spurneth And never one returneth, And brighter, brighter, burneth
 * The fervour that is in us.

O glow of things sublime!
 * O glory of the vision!
 * May anger or derision

Weigh on our souls, who climb?