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LATER LIFE.
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10.

Tread softly! all the earth is holy ground.
It may be, could we look with seeing eyes,
This spot we stand on is a Paradise
Where dead have come to life and lost been found,
Where Faith has triumphed, Martyrdom been crowned,
Where fools have foiled the wisdom of the wise;
From this same spot the dust of saints may rise,
And the King's prisoners come to light unbound.
O earth, earth, earth, hear thou thy Maker's Word:
"Thy dead thou shalt give up, nor hide thy slain"—
Some who went weeping forth shall come again
  Rejoicing from the east or from the west,
As doves fly to their windows, love's own bird
  Contented and desirous to the nest.[1]

11.

Lifelong our stumbles, lifelong our regret,
Lifelong our efforts failing and renewed,
While lifelong is our witness, "God is good"
Who bore with us till now, bears with us yet,

  1. "Quali colombe dal disio chiamate
    Con l'ali aperte e ferme al dolce nido
    Volan per l'aer dal voler portate."
    Dante.