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 Into the strife of the throng and the tumult, The war of sweet Love against folly and wrong; Where brave hearts carry the sword of battle, 'Tis mine to carry the banner of song,

The solace of faith to the lips that falter, The succour of hope to the hands that fail, The tidings of joy when Peace shall triumph, When Truth shall conquer and Love prevail. 80