'Tis but a step to midnight; one stroke more,
One fleeting space for sorrows and farewells,
One last look backward where high Memory dwells,
Then in the untrodden path that lies before
We must push onward, ever to that shore
Toward which our utmost fate draws and compels.
Hark! from the starlit tower the merry bells
Peal as they've pealed a thousand times of yore.
All this is banished, whether good or ill;
Our joys and sufferings, our toils and pains
Diminish, our life's star waxes and wanes.
Ere the dark wave close o'er us, deep and still,
Let us go forth, fearless in mind and will,
And grapple with the future that remains.
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