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through the gate of darkness, it remains only to cherish, 

 ere yet the blow falls, the lofty thoughts that ennoble 

 his little day ; disdaining the coward terrors of the slave 

 of Fate, to worship at the shrine that his own hands have 

 built ; undismayed by the empire of chance, to preserve 

 a mind free from the wanton tyranny that rules his out 

 ward life ; proudly defiant of the irresistible forces that 

 tolerate, for a moment, his knowledge and his condemna 

 tion, to sustain alone, a weary but unyielding Atlas, the 

 world that his own ideals have fashioned despite the 

 trampling march of unconscious power, 



