Part One: Life
 
                    XVIII
 
READ, sweet, how others strove,
Till we are stouter;
What they renounced,
Till we are less afraid;
 
How many times they bore
The faithful witness,
Till we are helped,
As if a kingdom cared!
 
Read then of faith
That shone above the fagot;
Clear strains of hymn
The river could not drown;
 
Brave names of men
And celestial women,
Passed out of record
Into renown

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