I do not know beneath what sky Nor on what seas shall be thy fate I only know it shall be high, I only know it shall be great.
I do not know beneath what sky Nor on what seas shall be thy fate I only know it shall be high, I only know it shall be great.
I am fevered with the sunset, I am fretful with the bay, For the wander-thirst is on me And my soul is in Cathay.
And you prate of the wealth of nations, as if it were bought and sold, The wealth of nations is men, not silk and cotton and gold.
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