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Rh And here and there a sigh went up That might have been a prayer ; There was no time for talking then, No place for weakness there. Then, like a mighty ghost, arose The darkness of the night, — Came on and on, close after us, Pursued and slew the light. We drifted on, and on, and on, We knew not how nor where ; And as the chill of morning came We scarcely seemed to care. Only the captain cheered us still : " 'Tis darkness tries a man ; Fair-weather sailors are not we ; Let him despair who can." And then our dying hope sprang up, Like lion from its lair ; It caught the traitor, Fear, and slew, And left us strong to bear.