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And he who battled and subdued,
Then in Life's goblet freely press,
New light and strength they give!
And he who has not learned to know
The prayer of Ajax was for light;
He asked but the return of sight,
To see his foeman's face.
Let our unceasing, earnest prayer
Be, too, for light,-for strength to bear
One half the human race.
O suffering, sad humanity!
Patient, though sorely tried!
I pledge you in this cup of grief,
The alarm, the struggle,-the relief,—
MAIDEN! with the meek, brown eyes,
In whose orbs a shadow lies
Like the dusk in evening skies!
Thou whose locks outshine the sun,
Standing, with reluctant feet,