CHAPTER 7
Beaten
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"Hast thou o'er the clear heaven of thy soul Seen tempests roll? Hast thou watched all the hopes thou wouldst have won Fade one by one? Wait till the clouds are past, then raise thine eyes To bluer skies!
"Hast thou gone sadly through a dreary night, And found no light, No guide, no star, to cheer thee through the plain, No friend, save pain? Wait, and thy soul shall see, when most forlorn, Rise a new morn. " A. PROCTOR.