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in these times of darkness  

we must all the more be sources of light

do less than this, acquiesce,  

and we are nothing but dead dark curtains 

our tears vainly water barren ground

unless they sprout seeds of acts

yet seeds sprouting in darkness die

they must find light and grow toward it

the noblest art does both:

shows us cause for tears

and then reveals the sun