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Shall I be gladdened for the day,

And let my inner heart be stirred

By murmuring tree or song of bird,

And sorrow at the wild winds’ play?

Not so, such idle dreams belong

To souls of lesser depth than mine;

I feel that I am half divine;

I know that I am great and strong.

I know that every forest tree

By labour rises from the root;

I know that none shall gather fruit

By sailing on the barren sea.