The World's Wanderers
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Tell me, thou Star, whose wings of light
Speed thee in thy fiery flight,
In what cavern of the night
Will thy pinions close now?
Tell me, Moon, thou pale and gray
Pilgrim of heaven’s homeless way,
In what depth of night or day
Seekest thou repose now?
Weary Mind, who wanderest
Like the world’s rejected guest,
Hast thou still some secret nest
On the tree or billow?
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