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There never yet was flower fair in vain,

Let classic poets rhyme it as they will;

The seasons toil that it may blow again,

And summer's heart doth feel its every ill;

Nor is a true soul ever born for naught;

Wherever any such hath lived and died,

There hath been something for true freedom wrought,

Some bulwark levelled on the evil side:

Toil on, then, Greatness! thou art in the right,

However narrow souls may call thee wrong;

Be as thou wouldst be in thine own clear sight,

And so thou shalt be in the world's erelong;

For worldlings cannot, struggle as they may,

From man's great soul one great thought hide away.