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LIFE.
O Life, Life, Life! O full and bounteous Life!Bright with thy glowing suns and mellow moons,
And homes with smiles and happy faces rife;
Fair morns, and tender eves, and amber noons,—
I love thee and this upper world, the flowers,
The woods, the dells, the streams, and grassy glade,
The quiet forest-paths where leafy bowers
By interlacing boughs are greenly made.
Well love I too the joyous birds' sweet song,
That fills the copses in the budding spring;
Yet for a higher life than this I long,
Which will with it a true completeness bring;
And did the Dove's swift power to me belong,
I'd prune for upward flight my rapid wing.
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