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In Time's cathedral Memory, like a ghost]
In Time's cathedral Memory, like a ghostCrouched in the narrow twilight of the nave,
Fumbles with thin pathetic hands to save
Relics of all things lived and loved and lost.
Life fares and feasts and Memory counts the cost
With unrelenting lips that dare confess
Life's secret failures, sins and loneliness
And life's exalted hopes, defiled and crossed.
Shalt thou endure, O Memory, and thy breath
Quicken the dead in thy dominion
And fire the peaks of thought we dared to climb,
When, in the swift relentless chill of death,
The crawling ice-floes of oblivion
Strangle thy passage thro' the seas of Time?
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