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Death

Storm and strife and stress,
Lost in a wilderness,
Groping to find a way,
Forth to the haunts of day
 
Sudden a vista peeps,
Out of the tangled deeps,
Only a point—the ray
But at the end is day.
 
Dark is the dawn and chill,
Daylight is on the hill,
Night is the flitting breath,
Day rides the hills of death.
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