The Final Strain + 

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. + 