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And is not happy there?True liberty it gives,

CALL on the present day and night for nought,Save what by yesterday was brought.-----THE sea is flowing ever,The land retains it never.-----BE stirring, man, while yet the day is clear;The night when none can work fast Draweth near.-----WHEN the heavy-laden sigh,Deeming help and hope gone by,Oft, with healing power is heard,Comfort-fraught, a kindly word.-----How vast is mine inheritance, how glorious and sublime!For time mine own possession is, the land I till is time!-----UNWARY saith,--ne'er lived a man more true;The deepest heart, the highest head he knew,--"In ev'ry place and time thou'lt find availingUprightness, judgment, kindliness unfailing."-----THOUGH the bards whom the Orient sun bath bless'dAre greater than we who dwell in the west,Yet in hatred of those whom our equals we find.In this we're not in the least behind.-----

Hearts with twofold balsam fillest,Would this constant strife would cease!