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COURAGE.
A miracle of art and taste
The fairy palace stood;
The royal perfume of its sweets
Floating for many a rood.
And to this day maids love the flower
Where the queen came to dwell,
And bind within their wealth of curls
The peerless Asphodel.
The fairy palace stood;
The royal perfume of its sweets
Floating for many a rood.
And to this day maids love the flower
Where the queen came to dwell,
And bind within their wealth of curls
The peerless Asphodel.
COURAGE.
Keep up your courage, friend,
Nor falter on the track;
Look up, toil bravely on,
And scorn to languish back.
A true heart rarely fails to win,—
A will can make a way;
The darkest night will yield at last
Unto the perfect day.
Nor falter on the track;
Look up, toil bravely on,
And scorn to languish back.
A true heart rarely fails to win,—
A will can make a way;
The darkest night will yield at last
Unto the perfect day.
See yonder little flower
You've crushed beneath your tread,
The sunshine and the shower
Beat on its bended head;
Though bowed it is not broke:
It rises up again,
And sheds a sweet perfume across
The arid desert plain.
You've crushed beneath your tread,
The sunshine and the shower
Beat on its bended head;
Though bowed it is not broke:
It rises up again,
And sheds a sweet perfume across
The arid desert plain.
