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Life is a race in which all compete,

Hastening onward with restless feet,

Eagerly striving for some great prize

That out in the hidden future lies:

The sturdy youth with visions bright,

The stalwart form of manhood’s might,

And tottering age, are borne along

In the mighty rush of the endless throng.

Like the waves of the sea that forever roll

’Tis a livelong race to an unseen goal;

But the prize is gained at the end of the strife,

For it lies just beyond this earthly life,

Where fears, tribulations and trials cease,

In the golden realms of eternal peace.