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262 Or far it may lie 'neath a flickering sky 'Mid wastes ablaze in the scorching rays.

Perchance it peers where Winter rears In the Arctic zone his eternal throne;

Or far, it may be, 'neath the purple sea On a weltering steep of the sunless deep.

But how or where be not thy care: That priceless treasure no thought can measure,

He shall surely find who with steadfast mind Keeps trimmed and bright the Inward Light.

Through toil, through pain, in loss, in gain, By day, by night, follow the Light. Rev. A. Vine Hall.