6. I call to remembrance my song in the night. At other times his spirit had a song for the darkest hour, but now he
could only recall the strain as a departed memory. I commune with mine own heart. He did not cease from introspection, for he was resolved to find the
bottom of his sorrow, and trace it to its fountainhead. He made sure work of it
by talking with his inmost heart. He was resolved that he would not tamely die
of despair, but would fight for his hope to the last moment of his life. And my spirit made diligent search. He ransacked his experience, his memory,
his intellect, his whole nature, his entire self, either to find comfort or to
discover the reason why it was denied him. That man will not die by the hand of
the enemy who has enough force of soul remaining to struggle in this fashion.
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