VIII.

Ah! he saw—

This young prophet, with solemn awe—

How, after weary pain and sin,

Strivings without and foes within,

Fruitless prayings and long suspense,

And toil that bore no recompense—

After peril and blood and tears,

Honor and Peace should crown the years!

This he saw

While his heart thrilled with solemn awe.

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