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Rh Not his the feaster's wine,

Nor land, nor gold, nor power,

By want and pain God screeneth him

Till his elected hour.

Go, speed the stars of Thought

On to their shining goals:—

The sower scatters broad his seed,

The wheat thou strew'st be souls.