The shining stars are sunk in darkness,
The weary sun is dead at night,
The moon's soft smile doth fade anon--
But still my soul is marching on.
The gring wheel of time has crushed
Full many a life of moon and star
And many a brightly smiling morn--
But still my soul is marching on.
The flowers bloomed, then hide in gloom,
The bounty of the trees did cease,
Colossal men have come and gone--
But still my soul is marching on.
The aeons one by one are flying--
The arrows one by one are gone,
Dimly, slowly, life is fading--
But still my soul is marching on.
Darkness, death, and failures vied--
To block my path they fiercely tried;
My fight with jealous nature strong--
But still my soul is marching on.
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