CHORUS.
O peril strange, O fearful prize!
Yet win it and thy life hath wings:
A deed of glory in men's eyes,
A greatness, to be wooed of kings.
If God but hearken to the right,
Thou drinkest to the full this night
The cup of man's imaginings.
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