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 I. 
 
 I am the spirit astir 
 
 To swell the grain 
 When fruitful suns confer 
 
 With laboi-ing rain ; 
 I am the life that thrills 
 
 In branch and bloom ; 
 I am the patience of abiding hills, 
 
 The promise masked in doom. 
 
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 When the sombre lands are wrung, 
 
 And storms are out, 
 And giant woods give tongue, 
 I am the shout ; 
 1 And when the earth would sleep, 
 - Wrapped in lier snows, 
 
 I am the iniinite gleam of eyes that keep 
 The post of her repose. 
 
III. 
 
 I am the hush of calm, 
 
 I am the speed, 
 Tlie flood-tide's triumphing psahu, 
 
 The marsh-pool's heed ; 
 I work in the rocking roar 
 
 Where catai-acfcs fall ; 
 1 flash in the prismy fire that dances o'er 
 
 The dew's ephemeral ball. 
 
 IV. 
 
 I am the voice of wind 
 
 And wave and tree, 
 Of stern de.eires and blind. 
 
 Of strength to be ; 
 I am the cry by niglit 
 
 At point of dawn, 
 The sunnnoning bugle from the unseen height, 
 
 In cloud and doubt withdrawn. 
 
 1 am the strife that sha^yes 
 
 The stature of man, 
 The pang no hero escapes. 
 
 The blessing, the ban ; 
 I am the hammer that moulds 
 
 The iron of our race. 
 The omen of God in our blood that a people beholds. 
 
 The foreknowledge veiled in our face. 
 
 Charlks G. D. Roberts. 
 
 KinrfHcroft, Winchor, N. S., 
 December, 18S9.