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Paul Laurence Dunbar - Death
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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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