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I said unto myself, if I were dead, / What would befall these children? What would be / Their fate, who now are looking up to me / For help and furtherance? Their lives, I said, / Would be a volume wherein I have read / But the first chapters, and no longer see / To read the rest of their dear history, / So full of beauty and so full of dread. / Be comforted; the world is very old, / And generations pass, as they have passed, / A troop of shadows moving with the sun; / Thousands of times has the old tale been told; / The world belongs to those who come the last, / They will find hope and strength as we have done.