Far from mortal cares retreating, Sordid hopes and vain desires, Here, our willing footsteps meeting, Every heart to heaven aspires.
The progress of the Way seems retreating.
Every moment of one's existence one is growing into more or retreating into less. One is always living a little more or dying a little bit.
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