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Than farthest stars more distant, / A mile more, / A mile more, / A voice cries on insistent: / "You may smile more if you will;
"You may sing too and spring too; / But numb at last / And dumb at last, / Whatever port you cling to, / You must come at last to a hill.
"And never a man you'll find there / To take your hand / And shake your hand; / But when you go behind there / You must make your hand a sword
"To fence with a foeman swarthy, / And swink there / Nor shrink there, / Though cowardly and worthy / Must drink there one reward. "