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Indeed the doomed ones path below May bloom as Eden bloomed. He did not, does not, will not know Or feel that he is doomed.

He feels perchance that all is well And every fear is calmed. He lives, he dies, he wakes in hell Not only doomed but damned.

O where is that mysterious bourn By which our path is crossed Beyond which God himself hath sworn That he who goes is lost.