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William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

A Prayer for my Daughter (1919) (katkelma)

All hatred driven hence,
The soul recovers radical innocence
And learns at last that it is self-delighting,
Self-appeasing, self-affrighting,
And that its own sweet will is HeavenÂ’s will;
She can, though every face should scowl
And every windy quarter howl
Or every bellows burst, be happy still.

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