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[XIX
She said: “Heart breaks—yet, strangely, into song]
She said: “Heart breaks—yet, strangely, into song!Then, when I leave thee, is there nothing lost?
God knows, in your account and mine, the cost,
Tho' all of life must pay and life be long,
Is not too much! yet day by day the strong
Monotony may blunt the edge of pain
And leave us joyless, till we wake again
To find our lives have done the Truth much wrong.
Nay! for the present and ineffable flame
That kindles at the core of life, shall last
Beyond remembrance! Time shall never tame
The Truth, but like a pillared watch-fire
It still shall cheer our pilgrimage and cast
New light to guide the quest of soul's desire!”
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