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Coomb-Firtrees say that Life is a moan,
  And Clyffe-hill Clump says "Yea!"
But Yell'ham says a thing of its own:
    It's not "Gray, gray
    Is Life alway!"
    That Yell'ham says,
  Nor that Life is for ends unknown.
It says that Life would signify
  A thwarted purposing:
That we come to live, and are called to die,
    Yes, that's the thing
    In fall, in spring,
    That Yell'ham says:-
  "Life offers—to deny!"