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The steps of Fate are dark and terrible; And not here may we trace them to the goal. If I could doubt the heaven in which I hope, The doubt would vanish, gazing upon life, And seeing what it needs of peace and rest. Life is but like a journey during night. We toil through gloomy paths of the unknown; Heavy the footsteps are with pitfalls round; And few and faint the stars that guide our way: But, at the last, comes morning; glorious Shines forth the light of day, and so will shine The heaven which is our future and our home.