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I: 'Twas not the hour of death the Master feared: / He oft had died before, his soul had passed / Through many moulds, as each new cycle neared / Hoping the Golden Day had come at last.
II: But like a giant 'neath the weight of age / Hope was bowed down, and oft had ceased to see / Among the spheres the looked for heritage / Where rest the pure from earth's illusions free.