End of Ends

Life alone to life is ever pleasing,
Never canc’rous ill or death appeasing;
Joy alone to life is life’s own triumph,
Love-of-life initial passion highest.
Pride of pride to life is crown and glory,
End of ends that rouses with its story.

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