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I climbed the craggy hill of fame, / Heart-sore and wearily, / Stood on her gleaming goal at length, / And sighed in ecstasy.
"O God," I cried, "what bliss" -- when lo!
Came stealing like a pall, / The strains of Life's Last Symphony, / In Prelude, to -- the call.