Has error stripped you of your coat of many hues, And sold you to the passing Midianites? Then, comrade, keep your faith; you cannot lose Those visions dear of Truth, your guardian lights. Mayhap you'll live to feed a multitude; Forgive, and turn your brethren from their wrong; To see the years of leanness turn to good, A father's mourning wail become a song.
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