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Always we are following a light, / Always the light recedes; with groping hands / We stretch toward this glory, while the lands / We journey through are hidden from our sight / Dim and mysterious, folded deep in night, / We care not, all our utmost need demands / Is but the light, the light! So still it stands / Surely our own if we exert our might.
Fool! Never can'st thou grasp this fleeting gleam, / Its glowing flame would die if it were caught, / Its value is that it doth always seem / But just a little farther on. Distraught, / But lighted ever onward, we are brought / Upon our way unknowing, in a dream.