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II
Great Souls live long

So little done,’ brave heart, ‘so much to do’!
Since first the sun and stars looked down to scan
The core of Nature's phantom-pageant, Man,
This was the cry of workers such as you;
Each strove and strove till, sudden, bright in view,
The rich fruition of the striver's plan
Shone far away beyond Life's narrowing span,—
Shone while the world was waving him adieu.

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Great souls live many an eon in Man's brief years.—
To him who dreads no spite of Fate or Chance,
Yet loves this Earth, and Man, and starry spheres,
Life's swiftness is the pulse of Life's romance;
And when the footsteps fall of Death's advance
He hears the feet: he quails not, but he hears.