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 There are the drums of life. Glory to God!

I had it—once.”

So much of him was gone,

That I would hear no more. All the way home,

The restive exultation in his eyes

And in his bearing, altered and subdued,

Was like that of a dead friend out of hell,

Humbled, and hardly more than half assured

Of even his respite. There may have been a giant,

If he must have it so, but where was now

The man whom I remembered and was once

Fernando Nash? So much of him was gone,

That I should never learn, from what remained,

The story of the rest—or so I thought,

All the way home. But there was more concealed