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YOU have been far, and I / Been farther yet, / Since last, in foul or fair / An impecunious pair, / Below this northern sky / Of ours, we met.
Now winter night shall see / Again us two, / While howls the tempest higher, / Sit warmly by the fire / And dream and plan, as we / Were wont to do.
And, hand in hand, at large / Our thoughts shall walk / While storm and gusty rain, / Again and yet again, / Shall drive their noisy charge / Across the talk.
The pleasant future still / Shall smile to me, / And hope with wooing hands / Wave on to fairy lands / All over dale and hill / And earth and sea.
And you who doubt the sky / And fear the sun- / You-Christian with the pack- / You shall not wander back / For I am Hopeful-I / Will cheer you on.
Come-where the great have trod, / The great shall lead- / Come, elbow through the press, / Pluck Fortune by the dress- / By God, we must-by God, / We shall succeed.