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Oh, joy of the dying! / At last thou art mine. / And leaping to meet thee, / Impatient to greet thee, / A rapid and rapturous, sensitive, fine / Gayety steals through my pulses to-day, / Daring and doubting like pleasure / Forbidden, or Winter looking at May.
Oh, sorrow of living! / Make way for the thrill / Of the soul that is starting -- / Onlooking -- departing / Across the threshold of clay. / Bend, bow to the will / Of the soul that is up and away!