Even through your tears.

 The Undiscovered Country

Man has explored all countries and all lands, And made his own the secrets of each clime. Now, ere the world has fully reached its prime, The oval earth lies compassed with steel bands; The seas are slaves to ships that touch all strands, And even the haughty elements sublime And bold, yield him their secrets for all time, And speed like lackeys forth at his commands.

And made his own the secrets of each clime.

Now, ere the world has fully reached its prime,

And even the haughty elements sublime

And bold, yield him their secrets for all time,

Still, though he search from shore to distant shore, And no strange realms, no unlocated plains Are left for his attainment and control, Yet is there one more kingdom to explore. Go, know thyself, O man! there yet remains The undiscovered country of thy soul!

And no strange realms, no unlocated plains

Go, know thyself, O man! there yet remains

 The Universal Route

As we journey along, with a laugh and a song, We see, on youth's flower-decked slope, Like a beacon of light, shining fair on the sight, The beautiful Station of Hope.

We see, on youth's flower-decked slope,

The beautiful Station of Hope.

But the wheels of old Time roll along as we climb, And our youth speeds away on the years; And with hearts that are numb with life's sorrows we come To the mist-covered Station of Tears.

And our youth speeds away on the years;

To the mist-covered Station of Tears.

Still onward we pass, where the milestones, alas! Are the tombs of our dead, to the West, Where glitters and gleams, in the dying sunbeams, The sweet, silent Station of Rest.

Are the tombs of our dead, to the West,

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