I lived with Esther, not for many days, If days be counted by the fall of night And the sun`s rising, yet through years of praise, If truth be timepiece of joys infinite. And what a life it was! No vain sweet dream Of love in idleness which all men know, But a full drama fashioned on the theme Of strength victorious over death and woe. Here was no faltering. Ours the triumph was Of that strong logic which beholds each day As a new world to conquer, and the cause Itself complete of a more glorious fray. To--day our cycle was. In it sublime We sat enthroned as on the neck of Time.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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