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70 Life is full of hidden perils,
 * And the traveller never thinks

Of the dangers that surround him,
 * Till the ground beneath him sinks.

Can you calmly stand and watch him
 * Sinking in the treacherous sand,

Heeding not his cry of anguish?
 * Shame upon you! Lend a hand!

When you see a young beginner
 * Struggling up the steps of Fame,

And in spite of opposition
 * Striving hard to win a name,

You who’ve gained the heights before him
 * And upon the summit stand,

Do not idly watch his struggles,
 * Rouse yourselves and lend a hand.

When you see a wounded brother
 * On the battle-field of Life,

Who, after fighting, long and nobly,
 * Falls, a loser in the strife,

Pause one moment, O ye conquerors,
 * In your rush to victory grand,

Brave as ye he fought, tho’ vainly,
 * He is wounded. Lend a hand!