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Wait!
Answer, and end the long unrest,The strain to see, and touch, and know,The sad desire, the fevered quest,The hopes that die, the tears that flow.The green leaves listen and are dumb,The wild-fowl in the rushes sleeps,The placid ripples go and come,And the long shadow onward creeps.A silence, half mysterious,Half tender, wraps the dusk, and farIn fading crimson, luminous,Shines cold and chaste the evening star.Nature is Heaven's Prophet, vastHer wisdom and her strength, and greatHer teaching could we learn at last,Obey in silence—work—hope—wait.
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