Volume: CBÉ 0485 (Part 2)

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1. Victory (continued)

   

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   This trifling imperfection, a merest flaw, Would make his life a void, a desert wild. With horror shrinking from the years to come He felt an Angel take him by the hand, And he with new-born courage started on, Then soon he saw the battle fairly won And knew again, in many years, content. Yet they who should have helped him to the light Marked but the trifling flaw, the armour's dent. And not the man beneath who, struggling, bleeding Stood fast throughout with no thaught of receding.

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2. Oh! How the Years

   

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   Oh! how the years advance and still
   Are we to worth the more inclined?
   Does honor's grand, effulgent glow
   Light up, or round, or guard the mind,
   As once she did in days behind?

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