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158 Unchallenged by the larger light The starry quest was his to make; And of all ways that are for men, The starry way was his to take.

We grant him idle names enough To-day, but even while we frown The fight goes on, the triumph clings, And there is yet the unseen crown.

But was it his? Did Vanderberg Find half truth to be passion's thrall, Or as we met him day by day, Was love triumphant, after all?

I do not know so much as that; I only know that he died right: Saint Anthony nor Sainte-Nitouche Had ever smiled as he did—quite.