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(_Suggested by the book of Mr. Ed. C. Randall_.)
‘There is no death, there are no dead. ' / From zone to zone, from sphere to sphere, / The souls of all who pass from here / By hosts of living thoughts are led; / And dark or bright, those souls must tread / The paths they fashioned year on year. / For hells are built of hate or fear, / And heavens of love our lives have shed.