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Tell, little seedling, murmuring germ, / Why are you joyful? What do you sing? / Have you no fear of that crawling thing, / Him that has so many legs? and the worm?
Rain drops patter above my head -- / Drip, drip, drip. / To moisten the mould where my roots are fed -- / Sip, sip, sip. / No thought have I of the legged thing. / Of the worm no fear, / When the goal is so near; / Every moment my life has run, / The livelong day I've not ceased to sing: / I must reach the sun, the sun.