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Written by: Dorothea Mackeller | Biography
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 This life that we call our own
Is neither strong nor free;
A flame in the wind of death,
It trembles ceaselessly.
And this all we can do To use our little light Before, in the piercing wind, It flickers into night: To yield the heat of the flame, To grudge not, but to give Whatever we have of strength, That one more flame may live.

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