Though fearings with endings, come
Fear not the ultimate.
Think back; of how many a joyous
Re-awoke, renewed status
Daily, yearly, in the earth
Was given witness to!
Night-time's deathly sleep; fog-lifted.
Winter's; snow-blanketted.
Though all tremble, approaching
Such abyssmal verges
Leaping the dark unknowableness
See the hope-torched progress!
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