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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.