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I said, I will arise and work some thing, / Nor be content with growth, but cause to grow / A life around me, clear as yes from no, / That to my restless hand some rest may bring, / And give a vital power to Action's spring: / Thus, I must cease to be! I cried; when, lo!
An angel stood beside me on the snow, / With folded wings that came of pondering.
"God's glory flashes on the silence here / Beneath the moon," he cried, and upward threw / His glorious eyes that swept the utmost blue, / "Ere yet his bounding brooks run forth with cheer / To bear his message to the hidden year / Who cometh up in haste to make his glory new. "