Softly, easy, in through mist we run,
In moisty mist until “we run” is done;
But done, or won, we’re far too far to know,
So ever on we softly, easy, go.

And now the fog does thicken, thicken full,
And men who were do hide in grey annul,
And songs we heard are soft as softest word
That’s now a peep of barely eagle bird.

But blind we’re not who gleaming cities see,
And deaf we’re not who cheer for Liberty!
Thus in the darkest night we drive on clear
To sparks we throw beyond us as we steer!

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