In Memoriam (Tennyson)/Canto 129

by Alfred Tennyson

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O living will that shalt endure
When all that seems shall suffer shock,
Rise in the spiritual rock,
Flow thro’ our deeds and make them pure.

That we may lift from out the dust
A voice as unto him that hears,
A cry above the conquer'd years
To one that with us works, and trust

With faith that comes of self-control
The truths that never can be proved
Until we close with all we loved,
And all we flow from, soul in soul.