* * * Our journey had advanced — Our feet were almost come To that odd Fork in Being's Road — Eternity — by Term — Our pace took sudden awe — Our feet — reluctant — led — Before — were Cities — but Between — The Forest of the Dead — Retreat — was out of Hope — Behind — a Sealed Route — Eternity's White Flag — Before — And God — at every Gate — |
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