English poem
(The Absolute)[3]
Our hopes that fail Are but truths that set To illumine other spirits on their pathway; As our joys that come true Are their far-off dreams, That through the cadence of our life Ring out their pent-up tunes. Whatever dies--needs must live, Whatever breathes doth die too; But above death and life Shines that High Light Where all find rest, Yet endlessly move.
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