NEVER DESPAIR.
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The opal-hued and many-perfumed Morn From Gloom is born; From out the sullen depth of ebon Night The stars shed light; Gems in the rayless caverns of the earth Have their slow birth; From wondrous alchemy of winter-hours Come summer flowers; The bitter waters of the restless main Give gentle rain; The fading bloom and dry seed bring once more The year's fresh store; Just sequences of clashing Tones afford The full accord; Through weary ages, full of strife and ruth, Thought reaches Truth; Through efforts, long in vain, prophetic Need Begets the Deed: Nerve then thy soul with direst need to cope; Life's brightest Hope Lies latent in Fate's deadliest lair— Never despair!