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60 One road remains and one firm guidance always; One way that shall be taken, climb or fall.

"But ’falling, falling, falling.' There's your song, The cradle-song that sings you to the grave. What is it your bewildered poet says?—

"'T is easy to compound a dirge like that, And it is easy too to be deceived And alienated by the fleshless note Of half-world yearning in it; but the truth To which we all are tending,—charlatans And architects alike, artificers In tinsel as in gold, evangelists Of ruin and redemption, all alike,— The truth we seek and equally the truth We do not seek, but yet may not escape,