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O gift of God! O perfect day: / Whereon shall no man work, but play; / Whereon it is enough for me, / Not to be doing, but to be!
Through every fibre of my brain, / Through every nerve, through every vein, / I feel the electric thrill, the touch / Of life, that seems almost too much.
I hear the wind among the trees / Playing celestial symphonies; / I see the branches downward bent, / Like keys of some great instrument.
And over me unrolls on high / The splendid scenery of the sky, / Where though a sapphire sea the sun / Sails like a golden galleon,
Towards yonder cloud-land in the West, / Towards yonder Islands of the Blest, / Whose steep sierra far uplifts / Its craggy summits white with drifts.
Blow, winds! and waft through all the rooms / The snow-flakes of the cherry-blooms! / Blow, winds! and bend within my reach / The fiery blossoms of the peach!
O Life and Love! O happy throng / Of thoughts, whose only speech is song! / O heart of man! canst thou not be / Blithe as the air is, and as free?