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 Life on life goes out, but very life enkindles everywhere Light that leaps and runs and revels through the springing flames of spray.

Friend, were life no more than this is, well would yet the living fare. All aflower and all afire and all flung heavenward, who shall say Such a flash of life were worthless? This is worth a world of care— Light that leaps and runs and revels through the springing flames of spray.