We bear the breaking pains of life.
We know not whence the sorrow comes
But onward push though fear is rife.
Onward, forward, mightiest strike,
Nothing breaks the stalwart pike.
And though the battle ever comes
We are warriors, souls alike.
Our hope is heavenward shining bright
Blaziing shadows of the night.
We onward press: our strength soon comes
And leads us to the earnest light.
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