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I know not how I know, / And yet I know. / I do not plan to go, / And yet I go. / There is some dim force propelling, / Gently guiding and compelling, / And a faint voice ever telling / "This is so."
The path is rough and black -- / Dark as night -- / And there lies a fairer track / In the light. / Yet I may not shirk or shrink, / For I feel the hands that link / As they guide me on the brink / Of the Height.