at times I almost dream, I too
have spent a life the sages' way, And tread once more
familiar paths. Perchance I perished in an arrogant
self-reliance.
Age's ago; and in that act, a prayer, for once more chance
went up so earnest, so Instinict with better light let in by
death, That life was blotted out-not so
completely
But scattered wrecks enough of it remain, Dim memories, as now
when once more seems,
The goal is in sight
again.
nmf.
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