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OUSE now, my dullard, and thy wits awake; 'Tis first of the morning. And I bid thee make— No, not a vow; we have munched our fill of these From crock of bone-dry crusts and mouse-gnawn cheese— Nay, just one whisper in that long, long ear— Awake; rejoice. Another Day is here:—

'A virgin wilderness, which, hour by hour, Mere happy idleness shall bring to flower. Barren and arid though its sands now seem, Wherein oasis becks not, shines no stream. Yet wake—and lo, 'tis lovelier than a dream. 'Plunge on, thy every footprint shall make fair Its thirsty waste; and thy foregone despair Undarken into sweet birds in the air, Whose coursing wings and love-crazed summoning cries Into infinity shall attract thine eyes.