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They are blind, and they are dead: / We will wake them as we go; / There are words have not been said, / There are sounds they do not know: / We will pipe and we will sing -- / With the Music and the Spring / Set their hearts a wondering!
They are tired of what is old, / We will give it voices new; / For the half hath not been told / Of the Beautiful and True.
Drowsy eyelids shut and sleeping!
Heavy eyes oppressed with weeping!
Flashes through the lashes leaping!
Ye that have a pleasant voice, / Hither come without delay; / Ye will never have a choice / Like to that ye have to-day: / Round the wide world we will go, / Singing through the frost and snow / Till the daisies are in blow.
Ye that cannot pipe or sing, / Ye must also come with speed; / Ye must come, and with you bring / Weighty word and weightier deed -- / Helping hands and loving eyes!
These will make them truly wise -- / Then will be our Paradise.