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Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain to look beyond the heights. We cry aloud — and the only answer is the echo of our wailing cry. From the voiceless lips of the unreplying dead there comes no word. But in the night of Death Hope sees a star and listening Love can hear the rustling of a wing.
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"A Tribe to Eban C. Ingersoll" (1879)

 

Robert G. Ingersoll

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Through many years they toil; then on a day
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The heights that gleam afar —
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