Dedication

I have no time for sorrow.I must go forward bearing the standard high:Bearing the torch of TruthTo light the path of thoseStill groping in the dark,Whose hearts are touched with doubt,Whose courage may be weak;Whose efforts may be faint.

I must follow the trailThrough the wilderness of grief—A pioneer—that all may find their wayOut of the tangled maze of thorns and briersThat trip unwary feet.I have my "task of glory" to perform—I have no time to grieve—others needThe light that joy can give.

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