
[ ii ] 𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚛𝚘𝚢
Perhaps the victory
shall not come to me,
Perhaps I shall not
reach the goal I seek,
It may be at the last
I shall be weak
And falter
as the promised land I see;
Yet I must try for it
and strive to be
All that a conqueror is.
On to the peak,
Must be my call—this way lies victory!
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