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HROUGH all the anguish of these days,
 * The haunting horror and the woe,

One thought can set my heart ablaze
 * My memory aglow.

It is his look just as he turned
 * After the last good-byes were said,

A look as though for him there burned
 * Some beacon-light ahead.

As though beyond the farthest thought
 * Of this dark world's horizon rim,

Some star of faith by us uncaught
 * Swung into range for him.

As though his spirit, winged, had flown
 * Past stormy seas on some far quest,

And like a bird had found its own
 * Hid in a quiet nest.