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1 " The wind blows east, the wind blows west,And the frost falls and the rain:A weary heart went thankful to rest,And must rise to toil again, ‘gain,And must rise to toil again.The wind blows east, the wind blows west,And there comes good luck and bad;The thriftiest man is the cheerfulest;’Tis a thriftless thing to be sad, sad,’Tis a thriftless thing to be sad.The wind blows east, the wind blows west;Ye shall know a tree by its fruit:This world, they say, is worst to the best;— But a dastard has evil to boot, boot,But a dastard has evil to boot.The wind blows east, the wind blows west;What skills it to mourn or to talk?A journey I have, and far ere I rest;I must bundle my wallets and walk, walk,I must bundle my wallets and walk.The wind does blow as it lists alway;Canst thou change this world to thy mind?The world will wander its own wise way;I also will wander mine, mine,I also will wander mine. "
― —Thomas Carlyle, Fortuna
