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This Is The Hour Of Lead- Remembered, If Outlived, As Freezing Persons, Recollect The Snow- First-chill-then Stupor- Then The Letting Go---

To Be Alive Is Power; Existence In Itself; Without A Further Function; Omnipotence.

To See The Summer Sky Is Poetry, Though Never In A Book It Lie— True Poems Flee—

The Service Without Hope Is Tenderest, I Think-- ... There Is No Diligence Like That That Knows Not An Until