Hark to her rallying-cry, and fearlessly obey.
IV. 3.
Forward! Let the venturous Mind,
Still its spectral foes assailing,
Ridge on ridge of danger scaling,265
Front its battle! What though, faint and blind,
We stumble through the stifling wilderness,
Though failure chill our hearts, though griefs oppress,
Rich hath been the Spirit’s treasure
Won by those whose story told270