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| WHAT’S the text to-day for reading |
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| Nature and its being by? |
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| There is effort all the morning |
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| Thro’ the windy sea and sky. |
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| All, intent in earnest grapple | 5 |
| That the All may let it be: |
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| Force, in unity, at variance |
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| With its own diversity. |
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| Force, prevailing into action, |
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| Force, persistent to restrain, | 10 |
| In a twofold, one-souled wrestle |
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| Forging Being’s freedom-chain. |
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| Frolic! say you—when the billow |
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| Tosses back a mane of spray? |
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| No; but haste of earnest effort; | 15 |
| Nature works in guise of play. |
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| Till the balance shall be even |
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| Swings the to and fro of strife; |
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| Till an awful equilibrium |
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| Stills it, beats the Heart of Life. | 20 |
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| What’s the text to-day for reading |
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| Nature and its being by? |
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| Effort, effort all the morning, |
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| Thro’ the sea and windy sky. |
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