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<h2> THE DARKENED WAY </h2>
<p>“It is no matter;”—thus the noble Dane,<br/>
About his heart more ill than one could tell;<br/>
Sad augury, that like a funeral bell<br/>
Against his soul struck solemn notes of pain.<br/>
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So ‘gainst the deadly smother he could press<br/>
With calm his lofty manhood; interpose<br/>
Purpose divine, and at the last disclose<br/>
For life’s great shift a regnant readiness.<br/>
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To-day I bought some matches in the street<br/>
From one whose eyes had long since lost their sight.<br/>
Trembling with palsy was he to his feet.<br/>
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“Father,” I said, “how fare you in the night?”<br/>
“In body ill, but ‘tis no matter, friend,<br/>
Strong is my soul to keep me to the end.”<br/></p>
<p>DISTRUST not a woman nor a king—it availeth nothing.<br/>
—Egyptian Proverb.<br/></p>
<p>WHEN thou journeyest into the shadows, take not sweetmeats<br/>
with thee, but a seed of corn and a bottle of tears and wine;<br/>
that thou mayst have a garden in the land whither thou goeat.<br/>
—Egyptian Proverb.<br/></p>
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