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THE JOYFUL WISDOM

Those who come must move as quickly
As the wind—we'll have no sickly,
 Crippled, withered, in our crew;
Off with hypocrites and preachers,
Proper folk and prosy teachers,
 Sweep them from our heaven blue.

Sweep away all sad grimaces,
Whirl the dust into the faces
 Of the dismal sick and cold!
Hunt them from our breezy places,
Not for them the wind that braces,
 But for men of visage bold.

Off with those who spoil earth's gladness,
Blow away all clouds of sadness,
 Till our heaven clear we see;
Let me hold thy hand, best fellow,
Till my joy like tempest bellow!
 Freest thou of spirits free!

When thou partest, take a token
Of the joy thou hast awoken,
 Take our wreath and fling it far;
Toss it up and catch it never,
Whirl it on before thee ever,
 Till it reach the farthest star.