  Two natures, ours,—two lives Attest our heavenly birth;— In “the third heaven,” one,— The other, on the earth. One soars to realms above, Where saints and angels dwell; The other strives alone With all the powers of hell. The soul’s clear vision, one, And ecstacy untold; The other, darkness, doubt, And sorrow manifold. The one is triumph, rest; The other, struggle, pain:— A fearful fight, wherein Both prayers and tears seem vain. Though worlds between them roll; One, also, their reward In God, their glorious goal. For duty, in the dust, Is equally divine With victor wreath and crown Which in His presence shine.
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