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nor destroy in all my holy mountain, saith the Lord.” 
Ecclesiasticism tells us these words point to a far distant 
future. It is very well for clergymen to say so over a dinner 
of roast lamb. Something has been burnt and destroyed 
that their lusts crave. Down with such cowardly halting 
ideas! Though Truth strip me of every precious precon- 
- ceived opinion and belief, let Truth prevail! Aye! she will. 
Despite their halting and their contending, Truth marches 
forward and we who love her are in her armies. Victory 
belongs to Truth. Falsehood cannot win. . 
Stand firm, and cast fear to the winds! Look not back- 
ward! We know our cause is right. It seems to go down 
and sometimes to be lost; but it rises, albeit sorely wounded 
in the strife, and at last wears the crown of victory. When 
the cause is won, sorrow and cruelty are done. 
Love! Labor! Courage! These shall realize our hopes, 
and these we summon to the rescue of birds. 
The sun is rising on thy path, 
Oh heart of loving strength! 
The sun is setting on thy wrath, 
Oh cruel heart at length ! 
Thou shalt go down, oh evil heart! 
Thou shalt prevail, oh nobler part! 
The roses twine about thy brow, 
Oh heart of tears for woe! 
The serpent clings about thee now, 
Oh cruel heart below! 
Thou shalt be glad, oh heart of lovel 
And rise o’er comer, all above. 
The birds shall sing about thy way, 
Oh heart that lovest all! 
The raven croaks in wild dismay, 
The cruel heart to call 
Down, down to deep Remorse’s cave, 
But Love shall find all things its slave. 
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