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Rh Where, upright ’mid the spheres,
 * Great Man, of Man the friend,
 * Shall rise and make an end

Of idle hopes and fears; Where, truth and duty plainer, Man shall be freer, saner, And, of himself sustainer,
 * Shall wipe away all tears.

We who have but begun,
 * We who as yet are few,
 * Send out our hearts to you

Whose cause and ours is one, Who long have dauntless prest Onward toward the quest. O Brothers, noblest, best
 * Of all beneath the sun.