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Hark, hark, a voice amid the quiet intense! / It is thy Duty waiting thee without. / Rise from thy knees in hope, the half of doubt; / A hand doth pull thee -- it is Providence; / Open thy door straightway, and get thee hence; / Go forth into the tumult and the shout; / Work, love, with workers, lovers, all about: / Of noise alone is born the inward sense / Of silence; and from action springs alone / The inward knowledge of true love and faith. / Then, weary, go thou back with failing breath, / And in thy chamber make thy prayer and moan: / One day upon His bosom, all thine own, / Thou shall lie still, embraced in holy death.