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NOT THE PILOT.
NOT the pilot has charged himself to
bring his ship
into port, though
beaten back, and many times
baffled;
Not the path-finder, penetrating inland, weary and long,
By deserts parch'd, snows-chill'd, rivers wet, perse- veres till he reaches his destination,
More than I have charged myself, heeded or un- heeded, to compose a free march for These States,
To be exhilarating music to them, years, centuries hence.
Not the path-finder, penetrating inland, weary and long,
By deserts parch'd, snows-chill'd, rivers wet, perse- veres till he reaches his destination,
More than I have charged myself, heeded or un- heeded, to compose a free march for These States,
To be exhilarating music to them, years, centuries hence.
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