Your faith wax firmer than a ship at sleep 
On the grey deep, 
Anchored in some most certain anchorage 
From ocean’s rage ; 
Your patience stand when mountains shake and 
quail 
Before the gale 
Of God’s great tribulation.  Make thee sure 
Thou canst endure. 
And work, work ever, sleep not, gird thy head 
With garlands red 
Of blood from swollen veins forced in bitter toil 
To win some spoil 
Of knowledge from the caverns of the deep. 
So shall the steep 
Pathways of heaven gleam with loftier fires 
Than earth’s desires. 
So shalt thou conquer Space, and lastly climb 
The walls of Time, 
And by the golden path the great have trod 
Reach up to God ! ” 
 
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