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 Like a new world at its birth; And I hear strange accents ring, And a Voice interpreting: "Choose thy endless loss or gain, Do thy work and bear thy pain;— Thou shalt people this new earth!"

[Carried away.]

Say, what further!

[Laying her hand on her breast.]

In my soul I can feel new powers awaking, I can see a dayspring breaking, I can feel full floods that roll, And my heart grows larger, freer, Clasps the world within its girth, And a voice interprets: Here Shalt thou people a new earth! All the thoughts that men shall utter, All the deeds men shall achieve, Waken, whisper, quiver, mutter, As if now they were to live; And I rather feel than see Him who sits enthroned above, Feel that He looks down on me Full of sadness and of love, Tender-bright as morning's breath, And yet sorrowing unto death: And I hear strange accents wake: "Now thou must be made, and make; Choose thy endless loss or gain!— Do thy work and bear thy pain!"