While I Live

You are no more than yonder star
In worldly place or speech or deed;
To you no longer men give heed,
You are no more—and yet, you are!

For while I live you live in me;
The all-I-am I will upraise,
Not for myself, to win world praise—
That you may more exalted be!

And when they see me upward go,
“His soul indwelling,” I will say,
“Breathes fiery power and points the way,”
But you—Oh, will you care or know!
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