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Rh Who through all he meets can steer him,

Can reject what cannot clear him,

Cling to what can truly cheer him;

Who each day more surely learns

That an impulse, from the distance

Of his deepest, best existence,

To the words, "Hope, Light, Persistence,"

Strongly sets and truly burns.

CONSOLATION.

clogs the sunshine.

Smoky dwarf houses

Hem me round everywhere;

A vague dejection

Weighs down my soul.

Yet, while I languish,

Everywhere countless

Prospects unroll themselves,

And countless beings

Pass countless moods.

Far hence, in Asia,

On the smooth convent-roofs,

On the gold terraces,

Of holy Lassa,

Bright shines the sun.

Gray time-worn marbles

Hold the pure Muses;

In their cool gallery,

By yellow Tiber,

They still look fair.