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"MU."

LIFE.

Toiling always, reaping naught,
Never finding what is sought,
Life with all unrest is fraught,
Pain with joy walks hand in hand,
Casting shadows o'er the land,
A mysterious, mocking band.
Love draws but a fitful breath:
Hate soon steals her rosy wreath.
Life springs forth from ghastly Death.
How to part the tangled thread
Which before me now is spread,
I cannot tell. In pious dread,
At the footstool of my King
I will leave all questioning,
All my vain unravelling.

"Mu."