Onward

Ye toilers in the upward wayWorn by the burdens of the day,Your armor gird, your courage keep;Press forward, though the path be steep.

Why would ye halt with timid gaze,And seek to pierce the distant haze?Why doubt the way-marks all along?O ye of weakened faith, be strong!

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