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 "They bear your clay to place to-day. Speed, lest ye come too late! "Go back to Earth with a lip unsealed go back with an open eye, "And carry my word to the Sons of Men or ever ye come to die: "That the sin they do by two and two they must pay for one by one, "And ... the God that you took from a printed book be with you, Tomlinson!"

HE road to En-dor is easy to tread For Mother or yearning Wife. There, it is sure, we shall meet our Dead As they were even in life. Earth has not dreamed of the blessing in store For desolate hearts on the road to En-dor.

Whispers shall comfort us out of the dark— Hands—ah God!—that we knew! Visions and voices—look and hark!— Shall prove that the tale is true, And that those who have passed to the further shore May be hailed—at a price—on the road to En-dor.

But they are so deep in their new eclipse Nothing they say can reach, Unless it be uttered by alien lips And framed in a stranger's speech. The son must send word to the mother that bore, Through an hireling's mouth. Tis the rule of En-dor.