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And as he gazed there rose and burned
 * An anguish in his soul,

His earlier dreams forgot, he turned
 * Back from the hard-won goal;

Back to the crowded ways to bear
 * The common lot again,

To mingle tears with tears, and share
 * Life's heritage of pain.

There, though he bears no meed of praise,
 * Yet, rounded with content,

He knows a joy that far outweighs
 * The world's aggrandisement.