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FACES IN THE FIRE The race is o'er I might have run: The deeds are past I might have done; And sere the wreath I might have won.

Sunk is the last faint flickering blaze: The vision of departed days Is vanished even as I gaze. The pictures, with their ruddy light, Are changed to dust and ashes white, And I am left alone with night. Jan., 1860.

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