provide the gist for the poembelow [1] My heart be brave, and do n ot falteri so, Nor utter more that deep, despairing wail. 1 point Thy way is very dark and drear I know, But do not let thy strength and courage fail;[5] For certain as the raven-winged nightIs followed by the bright and blushing morn, Thy coming morrow will be clear and bright; 'Tis darkest when the night is furthest worn. and out, beyond, surrounding clouds,2 3 [10] And do not in thine own gross darkness grope, Rise up, and casting off thy hind'ring shrouds, Cling thou to this, and ever inspiring hope: Tho' thick the battle and tho' fierce the fight, There is a power making for the right. Look up, Your answer