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Till from life's crucifixion
 They can soar up to God.

III.
From the heart of man weeding
 Up each rough brier and thorn,
With a hero-pride treading
 Down the world's shallow scorn;
With a saint's self-denying
 Toiling still for our land;
With a Christ-strength defying
 Earth and Hell's gathered band.

IV.
In the soul's earnest travail
 Must the God-work be wrought;
By the world's woe and cavil,
 Must the deep heart be taught.
Blighted youth, crushed ambition,
 On the altar must lie;
'Tis the world-old tradition,
 Thus the Prophet must die.

V.
But this deep lore can only
 Be learned in the gloom,
Where the gifted tread, lonely,
 The Prophet-path of doom:
For by life-blood, and brain-sweat,
 Is the altar-flame fed;
And from hearts crushed by pain, yet
 Must the incense be shed.

VI.
Still, 'tis grand this wild warring,
 Upon life's battle-field;
Fear not the heart's marring
 If the soul never yield.
Fight for God's Truth yet longer,
 Gainst the fierce storms of life,
For the strong soul grows stronger
 By the combat and strife.