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Rh He turned about;

His life went out;

If go I must, so must I go!"

Cried she—"No, no;

Ah, what were life without thee!"

A SOUL LOST, AND FOUND

I

! here another

Soul has gone down.

Hope led each morrow;

Honor was all;

Faith had no fall;

Fortune no frown.

Brother by brother

Bowed to each sorrow.

None had lost heart;

Life was love, life was art.

II

We could but follow!

Quenchless his fire;

The mightier the burden

The stronger his soul,

The higher the goal.

Now see the mire

Soil him and swallow!

Heaven! what guerdon

Worth such a cost!

Love, art, life—lost, all lost.

III

Down to the pallid

Figure of death