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434 Vibrations infinite of life in death,

As a star's travelling light survives its star!

So may we hold our lives, that when we are

The fate of those who then will draw this breath,

They shall not drag us to their judgment bar,

And curse the heritage which we bequeath.

HOPE.

SUFFERING.

ye, all ye, who suffer here below,

Schooled in the baffling mystery of pain.

Who on life's anvil bear the fateful strain.

Wrung as forged iron, hammered blow on blow,