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Sweep unrest

Out of my blood,

Winds of the sea! Sweep the fog

Out of my brain

For I am one

Who has told Life he will be free.

Who will not doubt of work that's done,

Who will not fear the work to do,

Who will hold peaks Promethean

Better than all Jove's honey-dew.

Who when the Vulture tears his breast

Will smile into the Terror's Eyes.

Who for the World has this Bequest —

Hope, that eternally is wise.