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   Have hope. Through clouds environ round.
        And gladness hides her face in scorn,                           
    Put off the shadows from thy brow,
         No light but hath its morn.

    Have faith. Where'er thy bark is driven,
         The calm's disport, the tempest mirth,
    Know this: Gods rules the hosts of heaven
         The inhabitants of earth.

    Have love. Not love alone for one,
          But man, as man thy brothers call, 

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    Ang scatter like a circling sun,

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          Thy charities on all.