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Slumber not! Rest not! Dream not! Thou art called! / The blast has rung out o'er thy living grave; / The clouds that hung so low above thy head / Poured out their flame into thy soul, and yet / Left more, much more alive there than thou knewest of.
Awake! the years stand at thy gate, and knock / To call thee forth, the dead past comes to life, / And drives thee, with its flood of whirling waters, / Onward to action, not to idle dreaming.