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 It is Will alone that matters Will alone that mars or makes, Will, that no distraction scatters, And that no resistance breaks.—

[''Turns towards the hamlet, where the shades of night are beginning to fall.'']

Come then, Men, who downcast roam The pent valley of my home;— Close conversing we will try Our own souls to purify, Slackness curb and falsehood kill, Rouse the lion's cub of Will! Manly, as the hands that smite, Are the hands that hold the hoe; There's one end for all,—to grow Tablets whereon God may write.

[''He is going. confronts him.''

Stand, and what you took restore!

Is it she? You see her there.

[To ]

Choose between the sunny shore And this savage den of care.

There I have no choice to make.

Agnes, Agnes, hear me yet! The old saying you forget, Light to lift and hard to bear