<h2><SPAN name="page6"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>A SONG OF LIFE</h2>
<p class="poetry">In the rapture of life and of living,<br/>
I lift up my heart and rejoice,<br/>
And I thank the great Giver for giving<br/>
The soul of my gladness a voice.<br/>
In the glow of the glorious weather,<br/>
In the sweet-scented, sensuous air,<br/>
My burdens seem light as a feather—<br/>
They are nothing to bear.</p>
<p class="poetry">In the strength and the glory of power,<br/>
In the pride and the pleasure of wealth<br/>
(For who dares dispute me my dower<br/>
Of talents and youth-time and health?),<br/>
I can laugh at the world and its sages—<br/>
I am greater than seers who are sad,<br/>
For he is most wise in all ages<br/>
Who knows how to be glad.</p>
<p class="poetry"><SPAN name="page7"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
7</span>I lift up my eyes to Apollo,<br/>
The god of the beautiful days,<br/>
And my spirit soars off like a swallow,<br/>
And is lost in the light of its rays.<br/>
Are you troubled and sad? I beseech you<br/>
Come out of the shadows of strife—<br/>
Come out in the sun while I teach you<br/>
The secret of life.</p>
<p class="poetry">Come out of the world—come above
it—<br/>
Up over its crosses and graves,<br/>
Though the green earth is fair and I love it,<br/>
We must love it as masters, not slaves.<br/>
Come up where the dust never rises—<br/>
But only the perfume of flowers—<br/>
And your life shall be glad with surprises<br/>
Of beautiful hours.<br/>
Come up where the rare golden wine is<br/>
Apollo distills in my sight,<br/>
And your life shall be happy as mine is,<br/>
And as full of delight.</p>
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