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But do we give them up? If true and righteous,
If with the principles of love instilled
Methinks in that great limitless hereafter
They yet shall be fulfilled.

When the dark angel, Death, shall bid us slumber
I do not think these living souls shall sleep
But in the rapture of a perfect freedom
The thought and memory of the present keep.

And more and more to grow in life and vigor
As years that end not, roll o'er broader fields,
Defying time or death or endless ages
To stop their chariot wheels.

Beyond, oh word, oh promise for the future!
Oh star of this dark night!
Though cherished hopes lose all their power to charm us,
Beyond, it still is light.

And though with every golden clasp forgotten,
With jewels dropping from each broken bond,
These cherished plans sink down to naught before us,
We still can look beyond.

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