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8
All for Each
The more we ask, the more your bounty gives.We need not struggle with unseemly strife
To share your favours. The least thing that lives
Has at its call the ocean of your life.
‘Ask and ye shall receive’—so said of old
Your chosen prophet. Through the vanished years,
From age to age, his trumpet-call has rolled;
Yet still it falls on deaf or heedless ears.
For still our lives in deep-sunk channels move.
Tradition, habit, custom wall us in.
We know not of your circling sea of love,
Or count our hearts' responsive love a sin.
Yet have I dreamed that in some future age
Man will awake and claim his heritage.
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