Following the Leader

Come rain, come sun, come wind, come snow—
We’ll follow our leader where’er she may go.
O’er hill, o’er rock, o’er rippling stream,
We’ll follow our leader where’er she may dream.
For her dreams are like birds to which new worlds have flown,
Leading to wonders we elsewise would never have known.

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