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The Final Strain

by Georgia Douglas Johnson

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I climbed the craggy hill of fame, Heart-sore and wearily, Stood on her gleaming goal at length, And sighed in ecstasy.

“O God,” I cried, “what bliss”⁠—when lo! Came stealing like a pall, The strains of Life’s Last Symphony, In Prelude, to⁠— the call .

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