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76 Then upon the far horizon Came the faintest tint of gold Then the cloud became a glory, And the mystery was told Richer, deeper, grew the radiance, Till our eyes could hold no more. We had travelled to the eastward, And our journeying was o'er. Now the light is round about us, And the sun to guide our feet And along the mountain pathway Shine the flowers, pale and sweet And we pluck us each a blossom To remind us as we go, How we went, we two together, Through the darkness and the snow And, whate'er may be the friendships We may gain in after years, None can come between the compact Which has been annealed by tears.