Poems (Henley)/Praise the generous gods

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Praise the generous gods for giving In a world of wrath and strife,With a little time for living, Unto all the joy of life.
At whatever source we drink it, Art or love or faith or wine,In whatever terms we think it, It is common and divine.
Praise the high gods, for in giving This to man, and this alone,They have made his chance of living Shine the equal of their own.
1875
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