A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays And confident to-morrows.
A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays And confident to-morrows.
The object of our lives is won. Henceforth let us wear it silently. My lips are closed upon the past from this hour. I forgive you your part in to-morrow's wickedness. May God forgive my own
By the hope within us springing,
Herald of to-morrow's strife;
By that sun, whose light is bringing
Chains or freedom, death or life --
Oh!
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