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156 All other friends may come and go, All other friendships fail; But these, the friends I’ve worked to win, Oh, they will never stale; And comfort me till Time shall write The finish to my tale.

I sought Him on the purple seas, I sought Him on the peaks aflame; Amid the gloom of giant trees And canyons lone I called His name; The wasted ways of earth I trod: In vain! In vain! I found not God.

I sought Him in the hives of men, The cities grand, the hamlets gray, The temples old beyond my ken, The tabernacles of to-day; All life that is, from cloud to clod I sought.… Alas! I found not God.