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  The work for Him I asked and aimed to do,

  Ere death should claim my dust, my spirit free,—

  That, looking down from where the wise and true

  Inherit glory, gracious eyes might see

  A spark I kindled beaming endlessly,

  And lighting other wanderers to the goal

  Where blends the life that is with life to be;—

  Now done, or well or ill, the lettered scroll

Of what is writ on heart and mind I here unroll.