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 And still he would not move. There would be time

For all things in their order. He was hungry—

Hungry beyond a longer forced endurance,

But in this new unwillingness not to live,

No longer forced, there was a gratefulness

Of infinite freedom and humility,

After a bondage of indignant years

And evil sloth; and there was in this calm,

Which had unlooked for been so long in coming,

A balanced wealth of debts and benefits

Vaster than all ambition or achievement.

Hereafter it would be enough to serve,

And let the chosen shine.

So there he lay,

Luxuriating vaguely on the moment