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The faint lose faith / When in the tomb their all is laid, / And there returns / No echoing of weal or woe.
The strong hope on, / They see the clods close over head, / The grass grow green, / No word is said, / And yet --
A little world within the world / Are we, / Daily our hearts' high yearnings fade, / Are buried!
New ones are made --
Are crucified!
And yet --