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Rh He lifts for their life;

The veins knot and darken—

Blood surges into his face....

Now he loses—now he wins—

Now he loses—loses—(God of my soul!)

He digs his feet into the earth—

There's a moment of terrified effort....

Will the huge stone break his hold,

And crush him as it plunges to the gulf?

The silent struggle goes on and on,

Like two contending in a dream. 102