(See Note 67) I Honor You, Who, Though Refused, Affronted, Have Heard The Voice, And Victory Have Won; I Honor You, Who Still By Malice Hunted, Show Miracles Of Faith And Power Done. I Honor You, God-Thirsting Soul So Driven, 'Mid Scorn And Need The SpirIt's War To Wage; I Honor You, By Gudbrand'S Valley Given, And Of Her Sons The Foremost In This Age. I Do Not Share Your Faith, Your Daring Dreaming; This Parts Us Not, The SpirIt's Paths Are Broad. For, All Things Great And Noble Round Us Streaming, I Worship Them, Because I Worship God.
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