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/ And I have thought of youth which strains / Nearer its God to rise, -- / What were ambition and its pains / Were life a cowardice!
/ The grander souls that rose above / Thought's noblest heights to tread, / Found their endeavor in their love, / And truth behind the dead.
/ A secret glory in the tomb, / A night that dawns in light, / An intense presence veiled with gloom, / And not an endless night.
/ Nepenthe of this struggling world, / Thou who dost stay mad Care / When her fury's scourge above is curled / And we see her writhing hair!