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childhood's pride I said to Thee: "O Thou, who mad'st me of Thy breath, Speak, Master, and reveal to me Thine inmost laws of life and death.

"Give me to drink each joy and pain Which Thine eternal hand can mete, For my insatiate soul would drain Earth's utmost bitter, utmost sweet.

"Spare me no bliss, no pang of strife, Withhold no gift or grief I crave, The intricate lore of love and life And mystic knowledge of the grave."

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