Stand tall, stand tall! My friend, my jay,
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Through this sorrow and despair;
Stand tall through lands unmapped,
Stand tall through late, extended play-
By which, unconscious, all pay fare-
When lines rehearsed tonight lapped.
Do not shed dry involuntary tear
For that which is already drenched,
Nor fathom that which is already known;
How far fly arrows shot in fear,
Or winter's clothes in summer, wrenched,
Or a bee, stung, tomorrow stung?
Stand tall against injustice weary,
It isbut a wild, hunry cub
Which must be tamed by common sense;
How do I name traits clearly
Seen in aspect, mind, and grace? Hub!
Hear not the voice, it got its cents!