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THE woodcutter’s axe begged for i
The tree gave it.
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IN my solitude of heart

Things throng and laugh loud in th
and whirl like children. Man’s min
thoughts long to be the playmates
Our dreams, drifting in the stream
arms to clutch the earth, —their e

Thou who art the innermost Spirit
art thou pleased, Lord of my Life
For I give to thee my cup filled
the pain and delight that the crus
grapes of my heart had surrendered

Yes, I know, this is nothing but
O beloved of my heart——this golden
these idle clouds sailing across t
this passing breeze leaving its co
The morning light has flooded my e

I asked nothing, only stood at the
edge of the wood behind the tree.
Languor was still upon the eyes
of the dawn, and the dew in the ai
The lazy smell of the damp grass

The workman and his wife from the
Their little daughter goes to the
Her little brother, with shaven he
She goes back home with the full p
One day I saw this naked boy sitt

The fair was on before the temple.
Brighter than all the gladness of
The shrill joy of that whistle flo
An endless throng of people came a
Greater than all the troubles of t

I thought that my voyage had come
at the last limit of my power,—tha
that provisions were exhausted
and the time come to take shelter
But I find that thy will knows no

Who are you, reader, reading my po
I cannot send you one single flowe
Open your doors and look abroad.
From your blossoming garden gather
In the joy of your heart may you f

I am restless. I am athirst for f
My soul goes out in a longing to t
O Great Beyond, O the keen call
I forget, I ever forget, that I h
I am eager and wakeful, I am a st