I have the man's-heart in me, and 'tis noble
To be alive, to think, to feel, to have
My part in all the precious come-and-go
Of all things here. My very blood's a-tune
With the sweet air; my brain is musical;
And every appetite, a healthy maw,
Is satisfied, not cloyed. It is so fair
A world, so good to be alive. O Time!
To dance unto the piping of desire,
To feast each fancy with material fare,
And then to heaven as in a wink, and be
Immortal in the paradise of power!
The Joy Of Life.
Robert Crawford
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