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I have a rendezvous with Life, In days I hope will come, Ere youth has sped, and strength of mind,
Ere voices sweet grow dumb. I have a rendezvous with Life,
When Spring's first heralds hum. Sure some would cry it's better far To crown their days with sleep Than face the road, the wind and rain,
To heed the calling deep.
Though wet nor blow nor space I fear,
Yet fear I deeply, too,
Lest Death should meet and claim me ere.
I keep Life's rendezvous.