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To think of time⁠—of all that retrospection,

To think of to-day, and the ages continued henceforward.

Have you guess’d you yourself would not continue?

Have you dreaded these earth-beetles?

Have you fear’d the future would be nothing to you?

Is to-day nothing? is the beginningless past nothing?

If the future is nothing they are just as surely nothing.

To think that the sun rose in the east⁠—that men and women were flexible, real, alive⁠—that everything was alive,

To think that you and I did not see, feel, think, nor bear our part,

To think that we are now here and bear our part.