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H, labor in darkness and labor by day, —

The world waits for workmen, the brave and the true.

Go, work in all fields, and toil while you may,―

The world waits your coming; there's something to do.

O men, for the times, in the mission of life,

Be strong in the conflict, be brave in the strife!

There's a crown for the good and joy for the brave.

Whom toil cannot conquer, nor pleasure enslave,

That joy, may you taste; that crown, may it shine

On each glorified brow with a lustre divine.

HAT is true greatness?- where and whence?

Who knows its secret drifts?

Bright and mysterious as the light,

Shot from the clondland rifts?

Whose life, in splendid blazonry,

Shall find immortal fame;

Who, 'inid the wreck of quaking worlds,

Shall wear a deathless name?