Rejoice

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Rejoice

“Rejoice,” said the Sun; “I will make thee gay

With glory and gladness and holiday;

I am dumb, O man, and I need thy voice!”

But man would not rejoice.

“Rejoice in thyself,” said he, “O Sun,

For thy daily course is a lordly one;

In thy lofty place rejoice if thou can:

For me, I am only a man.”

“Rejoice,” said the Wind; “I am free and strong,

And will wake in thy heart an ancient song;

Hear the roaring woods, my organ noise!”

But man would not rejoice.

“Rejoice, O Wind, in thy strength,” said he,

“For thou fulfillest thy destiny;

Shake the forest, the faint flowers fan;

For me, I am only a man.”

“Rejoice,” said the Night, “with moon and star,

For the Sun and the Wind are gone afar;

I am here with rest and dreaming choice!”

But man would not rejoice;

For he said⁠—“What is rest to me, I pray,

Whose labour leads to no gladsome day?

He only can dream who has hope behind:

Alas for me and my kind!”

Then a voice that came not from moon or star,

From the sun, or the wind that roved afar,

Said, “Man, I am with thee⁠—hear my voice!”

And man said, “I rejoice.”