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Rh Sleep, weary, while the vessel drifts unhelmed;

Here see in triumph rise the hero from the dust!

All ye who fight forlorn

'Gainst fate and failure; ye who proudly cope

With evil high enthroned; all ye who scorn

Life from Dishonor's hand, here take new heart of hope.

Here know how Victory borrows

For the brave soul a front as of disaster,

And from the bannered East what glorious morrows

For all the blackness of the night speed surer, faster.

Know by this pillared sign

For what brief while the powers of earth and hell

Can war against the spirit of truth divine,

Or can against the heroic heart of man prevail.

FAME

A MONUMENT BY SAINT-GAUDENS