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THE BEGINNING AND THE END.

Death
In my breath,
Cried I then:
“Men
Burn and blight!
Nourish crime!
Scale the height!
Climb, men, climb!
Climb and fight!
Win by might!
Wrong or right!
Blood!”
Well
In a cell
Here I am—
D---n!
From my flight
So sublime
I alight
Ere my time,
And in fright
Here I grope
Through the night

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Without hope.
What a plight!
Ah, the rope!
Thud!