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I said to Life, "How comes it, / With all this wealth in store, / Of beauty, joy, and knowledge, / Thy cry is still for more?
"Count all the years of striving / To make thy burden less, -- / The things designed and fashioned / To gladden thy success!
"The treasures sought and gathered / Thy lightest whim to please, -- / The loot of all the ages, / The spoil of all the seas!
"Is there no end of labor, / No limit to thy need? / Must man go bowed forever / In bondage to thy greed? "
With tears of pride and passion / She answered, "God above! / I only wait the asking, / To spend it all for love! "