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 Though hence come the moan that he borrows From darkness and depth of the night, Though hence be the spring of his sorrows, Hence too is the joy of his might; The delight that his doom is for ever To seek and desire and rejoice, And the sense that eternity never Shall silence his voice.

That satiety never may stifle Nor weariness ever estrange Nor time be so strong as to rifle Nor change be so great as to change