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"tis hard for us to rouse our spirits up,

it is the human creative agony
though but to hold the heart an empty cup,

or tighten on the team the rigid reign
many will rather lie among the slain,

than creep through narrow ways the light to gain
than wake the will and be born bitterly.

but we who would be born again indeed
MUST WAKE OUR SOULS UNNUMBERED TIMES A DAY
and urge ourselves to life with holy greed.

now open our bosoms to the wind's free play
and now, with patience forceful , hard, lie still,

submiss and ready to the making will
athirst and empty, for god's breath to fill."

(george macdonald, diary of an old soul)