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“Even to the edge of doom love bears it out,”So sang of old love's poet. Ay—and then?—
Will love recoil, trembling with fear and doubt,
From any doom that waits for mortal men?
“Even to the edge of doom”—the poet sings.
So far—no further? Will the depths of doom
Engulf poor love, or will his seraph wings
Span that abyss of life-encircling gloom?
“Even to the edge of doom”—and thence away
Beyond all limits love will sing and soar,
Till far beneath his feet he sees the day
Dawn o'er the world and dawn for evermore,—
And learns at last that doom's abyss of night
Is but the shadow flung from God's own light.
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