Unreconciled By Life'S Fleet Years, That Fled With Changeful Clang Of Pinions Wide And Wild, Though Two Great Spirits Had Lived, And Hence Had Sped Unreconciled; Though Time And Change, Harsh Time'S Imperious Child, That Wed Strange Hands Together, Might Not Wed High Hearts By Hope'S Misprision Once Beguiled; Faith, By The Light From Either'S Memory Shed, Sees, Radiant As Their Ends Were Undefiled, One Goal For Each, Not Twain Among The Dead Unreconciled.