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176 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. THE LONELY 'HEART. THEltE is a joy. in loneliness, Which lonely minds alone can know, Such as to none can e'er express The secrets of their joy or woe; Souls, wild, and various as the lyre, That ne'er to mortal touch will yield; Mysterious as the tomb's deep fire, Never to mortal eye reyesI'd: Who feel within them deathless powers, That pant, and struggle to be free; That would outstrip Time's laZY hours, And launch upon Eternity. Ah, little deems the blind, dull crowd, When gazing on a tranquil brow, What thoughts and feelings unavow'd, What fiery passions lurk below ! ......... ?Google
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