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◊; Copyright 2003 by Joel Dueck. All Rights Reserved.

◊(define-meta published "2003-03-27")

◊verse[#:title "Soar"]{
Though our labour soon devours all that lies within our powers  
Soon it’s late and all our hours into past’s abyss have tore;  
See, the light of Heaven’s fire pales both fame and funeral pyre;  
Earthly glory, gain & hire lose the glimmer that they wore  
Light of heaven pales the shallow grace and glimmer that they wore;  
      Now they sway us — soon, no more.

For we find in all the ages, men whose passing life presages  
Life beyond our dusty cages, light behind that darkest door;  
May we, as we end this chapter, freed from earth, our sometime captor,  
Hail the advent of an apter sphere for all our souls to soar;  
Hail, in death, the ageless God whose sight will make our souls to soar,  
      Dying as we lived before.}
