VII.
For the God-breath speaketh in you,
Dare ye not belie your mission;
Dare ye not belie your mission;
And the beck'ning angels win you
On with many a radiant vision,
Up the thorny path of glory, where the hero gains his crown.
For the God-breath speaketh in you,
Dare ye not belie your mission;
Dare ye not belie your mission;
And the beck'ning angels win you
On with many a radiant vision,
Up the thorny path of glory, where the hero gains his crown.