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Rh hanging breathless on thy fate ! Sail on, O, strong and great! Sail

what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope! Sail

spite of rock and tempest's roar,In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail

hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears. Our faith triumphant o'er our fears. Are

on, sail on, O Ship of State, Sail on, sail on!

on, sail on, O Ship of State, Sail on, sail on!

on, sail on, O Ship of State, Sail on, sail on!

all with thee, — Are all with State, Sail on, sail on! 

John Greenleaf Whittier.

Maestoso.

1. The proud-est now is but my peer. The high - est not more

2. Who serves to - day up - on the list Be - side the served shall

3. To - day let pomp and vain pre - tense My stub - born right a -

4. While there's a grief to seek re - dress. Or bal - ance to ad -