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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 Heaven’s will; She can, though every face should scowl And every windy quarter howl Or every bellows burst, be happy still.
— William Butler Yeats, in A Prayer for My Daughter (1919), published in Michael Robartes and the Dancer (1921)
