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That your path was short and your task was light;
The path, though short, was perhaps the best
And the toil was sweet, that it led to rest."
An uphill path, sun-gleams between the showers,
Where every beam that broke the leaden sky
Lit other hills with fairer ways than ours;
Some clustered graves where half our memories lie;
And one grim Shadow creeping ever nigh:
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