Panary Prass—Perseverance, 
- Yet I argue not, 
GAINST heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot 
Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer 
Right onward. 
Milton. 
To suffer woes which hope thinks infinite: 
To forgive wrongs darker than the death of night; 
To defy power which seems omnipotent; 
To love and bear ; to hope till hope creates 
From its own wreck the thing it contemplates; 
Neither to change, to falter, nor repent; 
This like thy glory, Titan, is to be 
Good, great, and joyous, beautiful and free ; 
This is alone life, joy, empire and victory. 
Shelley. 
Palm- yiCTORY. 
C E AREWELL, ye vanishing flowers that shone 
T In my fairy wreath, so bright and brief; 
Oh ! what are the brightest that e’er have blown, 
To the lote-tree springing by Allah's throne, 
Whose flowers have a soul in every leaf? 
Joy, joy for ever ! my task is done— 
The gates are pass’d, and Heaven is won. 
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