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In the path doth a mighty peril lie;

To the craven soul no welcome it gives.

But, seeing a man must needs once die,

Wherefore should I unto old age screen

From peril a life that only lives,

Sitting nameless and fameless in darkness unseen,

In the deeds of the valiant never sharing?

Nay, lies at my feet the challenge now:

I will accept it for doing and daring!

Good speed to mine heart’s desire grant thou!”

Not fruitless the cry of his heart’s desiring

Was uttered. The God heard gracious-souled,

And crowned him with honour. Winged steeds untiring

He gave, and a chariot of gold.