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WHERE IS HAPPINESS?

Pilgrim, I ween, that darken'd brow
Full many a summer's sun has known,
And o'er that bending head of snow
Has many a wintry whirlwind blown!

Pilgrim, they say in search of lore
That form thro' various realms has past,
Shiv'ring on Zembla's ice-bound shore,
Gasping 'mid Zaara's burning waste;

Now Pilgrim linger;—on thine eye
Fast fades the varying world away,