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 But we, the seekers, we who see

Beyond the mists of transiency—

Our feet down in the valley still

Are set, our eyes are on the hill.

Last night the star of God has shone,

And so we journey, up and on,

With courage clad, with swiftness shod,

All thoughts of earth behind us cast,

Until we see the lights of God,

—And what will be the crown at last?

On, on.

A vale of tears, they said!

A valley made of woes and fears,

To be passed by with muffled head

Quickly. I have not seen the tears,

Unless they take the rain for tears,

And certainly the place is wet.

Rain-laden leaves are ever licking

Your cheeks and hands... I can't get on.

There's a toad-stool that wants picking.

There, just there, a little up,

What strange things to look upon

With pink hood and orange cup! 20