If we must come to naught

by Robert Loveman
If we must come to naught,
Yet is it best to be,
There is but one vast thought, —
'Tis Immortality.

The wild dreams of the soul
Can never be in vain,
Unto some lofty goal
Wendeth the mortal train.
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