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Fare forward you, while I go here

With matron and with maiden,

To make their night-long roaming clear

With tossing torches laden.

Then on 'mid the meadows deep,

Where thickest the rosebuds creep

And the dewdrops are pearliest:

A jubilant step advance

In our own, our eternal dance,

Till its joy the Glad Fates entrance

Who threaded it earliest.

For ours is the sunshine bright,

Yea, ours is the joy of light

All pure, without danger:

For we thine Elect have been,

Thy secrets our eyes have seen,

And our hearts we have guarded clean

Toward kinsman and stranger!

I ought by rights to knock; but how, I wonder.

I don't know how they do knock in this country.

Oh, don't waste time. Go in and do your best,

Like Heracles in heart as well as garb.