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Each life converges to some centre / Expressed or still; / Exists in every human nature / A goal,
Admitted scarcely to itself, it may be, / Too fair / For credibility's temerity / To dare.
Adored with caution, as a brittle heaven, / To reach / Were hopeless as the rainbow's raiment / To touch,
Yet persevered toward, surer for the distance; / How high / Unto the saints' slow diligence / The sky!
Ungained, it may be, by a life's low venture, / But then, / Eternity enables the endeavoring / Again.