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Rh  Into the web of deathless destiny Till at that solemn audit thou dost stand Where deed and thought shall find their perfect weight, And just reward.

 

mourn for those who toil, The wretch who ploughs the main, The slave, who hopeless tills the soil Beneath the stripe and chain; For those who in the world's hard race, O'erwearied and unblest, A host of gliding phantoms chase, Why mourn for those who rest?

We mourn for those who sin, Bound in the tempter's snare, Whom syren pleasure beckoneth in To prisons of despair,— Whose hearts by whirlwind passions torn Are wreck d on folly's shore, But why in anguish should we mourn For those who sin no more?

We mourn for those who weep, Whom stern afflictions bend, Despairing o'er the lowly sleep Of lover or of friend, 