SLUMBER not! Rest not! Dream not! Thou art called!

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The blast has rung out o'er thy living grave;

The clouds that hung so low above thy head

Poured out their flame into thy soul, and yet

Left more, much more alive there than thou knewest of.

Awake! the years stand at thy gate, and knock

To call thee forth, the dead past comes to life,

And drives thee, with its flood of whirling waters,

Onward to action, not to idle dreaming.

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Arise! walk on those waves, for they will bear thee.

Trust thine own strength, and tread the flakes of foam

Lightly, with wingèd feet, with wingèd soul!

And thou shalt see that gales have left untouched

The springtime in thy heart, still breaking forth

In admiration, thankfulness and love.

Yes, not even love is quenched, and still undimmed

Enthusiasm's banner waves on high above thee.

Thou fearest the world? And what then is the world?

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