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Show Life is lonely, life is glorious, When its aim is high. ' Every breath should lift us nearer, Nearer to the sky. - But when duties are completed, . Each before its hour goes by ,t " . Death's last pang is then defeated, ' , 'Tis a glorious thing to die. Life is lonely, life is glorious Every happy breath: Every action though victorious. ' Brings us nearer death. But the life that's nobly given To a purpose deep and high, Wears a laurel wreath in heaven, Tis a glorious thing to die. Anon. |