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From courage

I was afraid of Fear,
  Not of the foe;
And when I thought that those I hold most dear
  My craven soul would know
And turn away ashamed, who praised before,
  Ashamed and deep distressed to find it so,
I was afraid the more.

Lo, when I joined the fight,
  And bared my breast
To all the darts of that wild, hellish night,
  I, only, stood the test,
For Fear, which I had feared, deserved then,
  And forward blithely at the foe I prest
King of myself again….

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