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1 " Awake! arise! the hour is late! Angels are knocking at thy door!They are in haste and cannot wait, And once departed come no more.Awake! arise! the athlete's arm Loses its strength by too much rest;The fallow land, the untilled farm Produces only weeds at best. "
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow , The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
