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Let lessons of stern yesterdays . . . be your food, your drink, your rest.
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Train your head and hands to do, your head and heart to dare.
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O God, give me words to make my dream-children live.
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I am so tired and weary, So tired of endless fight, So weary of waiting the dawn And finding endless night.
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The flowers take the tears of the weeping night And give them to the sun for the day's delight.
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