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QUESTIONINGS.
If it were just to-day
That we did live and die ;
If our doing would pass away,
When our power in the grave did lie ;
But we know that the dust in the wheel-tracks of time
Is retarding, or helping, a progress sublime.
If we could calmly rise
Just for a moment's breath,
To the height of the clear blue skies,
To the level of life — and death ;
But the anger within us, the anger without,
Ever stirring our zeal, hold it molten in doubt.
