Somewhere by Sir Edwin Arnold

Somewhere
by Sir Edwin Arnold

Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul, another lonely soul-
Each chasing each through all the weary hours,
And meeting strangely at one sudden goal;
Then blend they- like green leaves with golden flowers,
Into one beautiful and perfect whole-
And life's long night is ended, and the way
Lies open onward to eternal day.

- Sir Edwin Arnold (1832-1904)

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