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64 Held close to the breast of the radiant day And fed with her odorous air. But the sun demandeth his song And the waters are wooing a praise, And methinks that my heart groweth strong In the promise and pride of the days. And my mouth that has gnawed on the vines Winter-beaten and faded and cold, Is athirst for the harvested wines And the fair-fashioned vessels of gold, Which the goddess of life shall hold to the lips, Ere the changing earth in the shadow dips, And the hours of light are told. The sunshine strikes down to my soul, And my soul reaches up to the sun. Farewell to the days of thy dole, For the days of thy triumph are won, O Faith, and thy wings are alight With the morning that follows the night. Forgotten are winter and death, In the power and presence of God, For the murmuring winds are his breath, And in blossoms He treadeth the sod. But the sun demandeth his song And the waters are wooing a praise, And methinks that my heart groweth strong In the promise and pride of the days.