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COURAGE. 
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TANSY. 
Tanacetum. 
Language — COURAGE. 
Titink st thou there dwells no courage but in breasts 
That set their mail against the ringing spears, 
When helmets are struck down ? Thou little knowest 
Of nature’s marvels. 
Mbs. IIeiiaxs. 
He is a coward who wculd borrow 
A charm against the present sorrow 
From the vague future’s promise of delight: 
As life’s alarums nearer roll, 
Th’ ancestral buckler calls, 
Self-clanging from the walls 
In the high temple of the soul; 
Wheie are most sorrows, there the poet’s sphere is — 
To feed the soul with patience, 
To heal its desolations 
With words of unshorn truth, with love that never wearies. 
J. R. Lowell. 
I slept, and dreamed that life was beauty ; 
I woke and found that life was duty: 
Was my dream, then, a shadowy lie ? 
Toil on, said heart, courageously, 
And thou slialt find thy life to be 
A noonday light and truth to thee. 
