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Meantime, he will go on as we come up,
Since our unfolding must depend on his;
For we must drink from out the self-same cup,
And at the self-same table we must sup;
But he, gone on beyond to higher bliss,
Will be our leader still, above all strife;
We from his realm, as now we do in this,
Like branches of the tree with sap grown rife,
Draw elements of fruit, which sprout new shoots of life.