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We cannot kindle when we will / The fire which in the heart resides, / The spirit bloweth and is still, / In mystery our soul abides: / But tasks in hours of insight will'd / Can be through hours of gloom fulfill'd.
With aching hands and bleeding feet / We dig and heap, lay stone on stone; / We bear the burden and the heat / Of the long day, and wish 'twere done.