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And all these! It is but human life---
A segment with love, a point of sacrifice
And all blood spilled for good, each romantic line
Shall burst forth from their souls and shine.
And all these! Grand glories and meek
Courage in cowards and strength in the weak
A penny from the pocket of the poor to the poorer
Shall add on their souls another pint of lustre.
And all these! A life lived to it's extent
Years, no, seconds--- each one well spent
Gold in each moment, minute and hour
Shall in the end set their souls on fire.
And when the scythe comes the soul flees far
To settle in heaven in the form of a star.
