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The Resting-Place.

There's many a path
At life's opening race—
But all will meet
At one Resting-Place.
Will ours be the path
Where rose-leaves spread;
Or shall we be doomed,
The thorns to tread?
Be this on each mind
A guiding truth,
To check the vain hope,
And the pride of youth.
Though afar and apart
We may urge our race,
We all shall meet
At one Resting-Place.