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<h3>VIII</h3>
<h3><i>The Greater Joy</i></h3>
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<span class="i0">Not that young Joy who looked with laughing eyes,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">That jocund sprite with open, idle fingers<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Stretched to the dawn, the dawn whose gold light lingers<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Across the far blue hills of Paradise.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Not that young Joy, but one courageous, calm,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Who—passed beyond the quiet morning meadows<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Beyond the dawn of life’s delicious shadows—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Holds the great sun and moon in either palm.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">In her wise heart she takes that little Joy,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Kisses to sleep tired eyes with laughter over,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Pointing to greater joys in heights above her—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">This shall be ours whom fate would fain destroy.<br/></span></div>
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