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148 Whate'er the land, though all things else conceiving,
 * Unless it breed great men, it is not great.

Go on, dear land, and midst the generations
 * Send out strong men to cry the word aloud;

Thy niche is empty still amidst the nations—
 * Go on in faith, and God must raise the cloud.