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Sound, jocund strains; on pipe and viol sound,
Young voices sing;
Wreathe every door with snow-white garlands round,
For lo! 'tis Spring!
Winter has passed with its sad funeral train,
And hope revives again.

— Lewis Morris Harvest-Tide (1901)

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How far high failure overleaps the bound
Of low successes.

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Knowledge is a steep which few may climb,
While Duty is a path which all may tread.

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Toil is the law of life and its best fruit.

What power was this—chance, will you say? But chance, what else can it mean
Than the hidden Cause of things by human reason unseen?

Knowledge is the hill which few may hope to climb;
Duty is the path that all may tread.

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