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Still we build quietly and wait.
The heart may break; the heart is frail;
But a stern, strange ecstasy
Befriends us; and we dare not fail.
The heart may break; the heart is frail;
But a stern, strange ecstasy
Befriends us; and we dare not fail.
The Hand that points the solemn way
May be a wanton hand at best;
The great Word echoing in our souls
May be a bored God's casual jest.
May be a wanton hand at best;
The great Word echoing in our souls
May be a bored God's casual jest.
We cannot guess. We only know
'T is written by some awful Pen
We must be torches sacrificed
To light the way for lesser men.
'T is written by some awful Pen
We must be torches sacrificed
To light the way for lesser men.
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