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He ceased to pray, and bowed his head upon his desk and waited in an agony of hope--waited while the darkness deepened and the splendid eternal song of the river proclai with heart-piercing cheer, as if to say, "I die to-morrow, but I never despair" But no silken rustle, no whispering voice cahs from the lips of the tempted man