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If this is life-how low!and I, how shamed, if I don't hang my lifetime's lamphigh on the dusty pine of this dead-end lane.If this is life-how pure!and I, how stained, if I don't plant my faith like a mountain,eternal memorial, to grace this ephemeral earth.
If this is life-how low!and I, how shamed, if I don't hang my lifetime's lamphigh on the dusty pine of this dead-end lane.If this is life-how pure!and I, how stained, if I don't plant my faith like a mountain,eternal memorial, to grace this ephemeral earth.
