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The sisters embraced

And then they parted,

Their faces tear-washed.

But they wept no more,

And smiled instead, laughed

At what would come,

Whatever would come, though

Hoping, hoping, someday

To embrace again.

 

Now, when specter haunts,

Or dragon flames,

Or ogre attacks,

Or gryphon descends,

Bamarre fights on,

And the timid march

With the strong.

The tailor, the cook,

The famer, the queen-

From village, from field,

From castle, from wood-

Bamarre, land of heroes,

Fights on.

 

Step follows step

Hope follows courage.

Set your face toward danger.

Set your heart on victory-

Victory for Bamarre!

     -From the closing of the epic poem

     Two Princesses