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 The Pilgrims

N uphill path, sun-gleams between the showers,

Where every beam that broke the leaden sky

Lit other hills with fairer ways than ours;

Some clustered graves where half our memories lie;

And one grim Shadow creeping ever nigh:

And this was Life.

Wherein we did another's burden seek,

The tired feet we helped upon the road,

The hand we gave the weary and the weak,

The miles we lightened one another's load,

When, faint to falling, onward yet we strode:

This too was Life.

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