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the long, monotonous hours of day,
 * With lifeless tread and apathetic eyes,
 * The slave, inured to toil and sacrifice,

Bends all his powers to the master's sway; But with releasing darkness he can lay
 * Aside the mask and be himself, and rise
 * To face the deep serenity of skies

That veil the waiting gods, and weep and pray.

So with my soul, that through the daylight hours
 * Yields to the world, its master, weary, dumb,

In bondage to the trivial, all its powers,
 * And yet behind the surface fret and strife
 * In anguish sees, when night and silence come,
 * The unattained divinity of life.