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Death stares at me/ Death pushes me forward/ Attracts me onwards/ And carries me on/ And that is my life!
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Death: Live It! p.57

 

Kuruvilla Pandikattu

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Through which our merit leads us to our meeds.
How willful blind is he then, that would stray,
And hath it in his powers, to make his way!
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