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Could lure me back from the Golden Gate; For my spirit would answer your spirit's call, Though life lay hid where the death-shadows
fall, And the mystic joys of the world unseen Would be less to me than the days that have
been.
Life may be fair in that new existence
Where saints are crowned and the saved rejoice, But over the depth of the infinite distance
I'll lean and listen to hear your voice. For never on earth, though the tempest rages,
And never in heaven, if God be just, Never through all the unnumbered ages Can souls be parted that love and trust. Wait—there are worlds diviner than this, Worlds of splendor, of knowledge, and bliss ! Across the death-river—the victory won — We shall meet in the light of a changeless sun. |
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THE EXODUS
" \ MILLION a decade ! " Calmly and cold /-\ The units are read by our statesmen sage;
Little they think of a nation old, Fading away from history's page; Outcast weeds by a desolate sea— Fallen leaves of humanity.
" A million a decade ! "—of human wrecks,
Corpses lying in fever sheds — Corpses huddled on foundering decks, |
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