By the olden woes washed painless,
white and stainless in the tears of bitter price,
By the strength of our assurance to endurance of the need of sacrifice,
Not by dreaming but by using,
Not by claiming but refusing,
Then shall dawn on eyes unsealing the revealing of a self that knows and grows,
And the stream of thy devotion find the ocean when its meaning overflows.
Sir James Rennell Rodd
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