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He struggled down the twisting road,
Lost in the black, barbaric night;
Stumbling beneath a torturing load,
Crying, “Alas! There is no light!”

His strength was gone; his spirit quelled.
He stopped, and in a desperate mood
He raised his eyes … lo, he beheld
The stars—a conquering multitude!
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