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 O may we for assurance's sake, Some arbitrary judgement take, And wilfully pronounce it clear, For this or that 'tis we are here?

Or is it right, and will it do, To pace the sad confusion through, And say:—It doth not yet appear, What we shall be, what we are here?

Ah yet, when all is thought and said, The heart still overrules the head; Still what we hope we must believe, And what is given us receive;

Must still believe, for still we hope That in a world of larger scope, What here is faithfully begun Will be completed, not undone.

My child, we still must think, when we That ampler life together see, Some true result will yet appear Of what we are, together, here.

things need not be therefore true,' O brother men, nor yet the new; Ah! still awhile the old thought retain, And yet consider it again!

The souls of now two thousand years Have laid up here their toils and tears, And all the earnings of their pain,— Ah, yet consider it again!