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- Though the fire of the heart may have withered its core
- Unto ashes and dust--though the head have turned hoar
- Ere its time, as the surfs o'er the breakers that foam--
- Still, a tear will arise when we think upon Home.
What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.
ALBERT PIKE, Ex Corde Locutiones
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