Poetry: Persevere

IJ no giveup! N! gr'm deepnir Sbould novcr forpe a ohaiii for me, While tlius I brealhcd my native air Witliin a land cf libertv! No! (lasiard wcre tbo.t soul Ihat cowcrs, Witliin a free-born land like ours. I'd notgive np! tliough every frown That Fortune's face is woiil lo vvear. Should rob me of the pnjali reuown That toay linve been my inunblo sliare, Skould thwarl iny cvery wish and will- Fortune- tbrougli uil, 1 d won Uiccstiü! Sliamc on ;hc wenk ond craven hcnrt, T!al bou-s boneatb euch truusient sorrow, Witlioiit the ncrve to pluck the dart, And greet thé Himi.-e üf the morrow! Vj:JjoiiL lliu will, (tur wiM is power,) 'f 'o plucJ; Ihc tliorii and culi the ilmver! For what, lo man, is ftiaotmod given? For u.-Jjat liisvaried powcrs uf uiind? For whxt his every hupe of Heavt-n, Whenearlli's fair giftóhnve beor. íesigned, lf nol to bravo miafuriune's thraü, And rise sii[erior to tlictn all' Then raise that írooping brjw of thiue- Rcsolve - and ïlicri cudcavor ! Give sorrow to tbelèilghing wind,. With fearand doubt - fbrever! Press onward - nnd despond no more - Tliy motto bc "Excelsior.' S ill higher.