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 Look above the wide, wide world, Where a gauntlet Sin hath hurl'd To astonied Life; and where Death's gladiatorial smile doth glare, On making the arena bare. Shout aloud the words that show Jesus in the sands and snow;— Shout aloud the words that free, Over the perpetual sea.

Speak ye. As a breath will sweep Avalanche from Alpine steep, So the spoken word shall roll Fear and darkness from the soul. Are ye men, and love not man? Love ye, and permit his ban? Can ye, dare ye, rend the chain Wrought of common joy and pain,