Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul, another lonely soul—
Each chasing each through all the weary hours,
And meeting strangely at one sudden goal;
Then blend they—like green leaves with golden flowers,
Into one beautiful and perfect whole —
And life’s long night is ended, and the way
Lies open onward to eternal day.
—Edwin Arnold, 1832–1904
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