Aim high, and eagle-hearted aspiration Shall soar with thee on wings that may not tire To bright horizon peaks of demonstration, The thousand hills of hope and high desire. And on the wing, though storms around thee riot, Thou shalt know only, rising to the sun, The eternal fields of home, the waters quiet, The Father's word, "Well done.
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