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There is a fear among us as we strive, / As we succeed or fail, or starve or revel, / That there will be no pleasure left alive / When we in peace and joy at last arrive / At one dead level.
And still the strangest part of this strange fear / Is that it is not for ourselves we fear it. / We wish to rise and gain; we look ahead / To pleasant years of peace ere we are dead; / We wish that peace, but wish no other near it!