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The same stream of
life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world
and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life
that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless
blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and
flowers.
It is the same life
that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and
inflow.
I feel my limbs are
made glorious by the touch of this world of life. And my pride is
from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.
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