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The earth is green, the earth is wide, / And when its widest bound is past, / There are the stars on every side, / For soaring souls to win at last -- / There is no bound for those that fly, / Floorless and roofless is the sky, / Hope knows no hindrance but clipped wings, / So, throughout all life's little while, / My heart is happy, and I smile, / In spite of many things, / In spite of pain, / In spite of fears, / In spite of want, / In spite of tears / -- In spite of you.
Mine is the future, and the past, / The growing and the dying gleam, / Mine is ambition till the last, / And there are dreams for me to dream. / Mine is the sagging Winter day, / Mine too the softness of the May, / The lusty strength of bread and wine, / The valiant dawn, the pondering night, / The flowering change from dark to light, / All holy things are mine, / In spite of pain, / In spite of fears, / In spite of want, / In spite of tears / -- In spite of you.