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I’m in the mood for a little poetry. This is from Longfellow’s The Day is Done.
Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start;Who, through long days of labor,
And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
Of wonderful melodies.