Rejoice, Said The Sun; "I Will Make Thee Gay With Glory And Gladness And Holiday; I Am Dumb, O Man, And I Need Thy Voice!" But Man Would Not Rejoice. "Rejoice In Thyself," Said He, "O Sun, For Thy Daily Course Is A Lordly One; In Thy Lofty Place Rejoice If Thou Can: For Me, I Am Only A Man." "Rejoice," Said The Wind; "I Am Free And Strong, And Will Wake In Thy Heart An Ancient Song; Hear The Roaring Woods, My Organ Noise!" But Man Would Not Rejoice. "Rejoice, O Wind, In Thy Strength," Said He, "For Thou Fulfillest Thy Destiny; Shake The Forest, The Faint Flowers Fan; For Me, I Am Only A Man." "Rejoice," Said The Night, "With Moon And Star, For The Sun And The Wind Are Gone Afar; I Am Here With Rest And Dreaming Choice!" But Man Would Not Rejoice; For He Said--"What Is Rest To Me, I Pray, Whose Labour Leads To No Gladsome Day? He Only Can Dream Who Has Hope Behind: Alas For Me And My Kind!" Then A Voice That Came Not From Moon Or Star, From The Sun, Or The Wind That Roved Afar, Said, "Man, I Am With Thee--Hear My Voice!" And Man Said, "I Rejoice."