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The Climb of Life

There's a feel of all things flowing,

And no power of Earth can bind them;

There's a sense of all things growing,

And through all their forms a-glowing

Of the shaping souls behind them.

And the break of beauty heightens

With the swiftening of the motion,

And the soul behind it lightens,

As a gleam of splendor whitens

From a running wave of ocean.

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