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SONNET.
Be of good cheer, ye firm and dauntless few,Whose struggle is to work an unloved good!
Ye shall be taunted by revilings rude,
Ye shall be scorned for that which ye pursue!
Yet faint not—but be ever strict and true:
Greatness must learn to be misunderstood;
And persecution is their bitter food,
Who the great promptings of the spirit do.
Though no one seem to hear, yet every word
That thou hast linked unto an earnest thought
Hath fiery wings, and shall be clearly heard
When thy frail lips to silent dust are brought.
God's guidence keeps those noble thoughts, that chime
With the great harmony, beyond all time!
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