facts in verse.
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'Twere good then, when to morrow's sun
Comes with its slow inspiring on,
To be one sacred ray withdrawn—
A sweet want in the heart of one—
A silence through the waking dawn.
Comes with its slow inspiring on,
To be one sacred ray withdrawn—
A sweet want in the heart of one—
A silence through the waking dawn.
Yonder, great heaven, men wait to bind
These limbs with chains! the night—birds roam
To seize the loiterer wending home!
'Tis well, they are not of my kind,
For I am human, let them come.
These limbs with chains! the night—birds roam
To seize the loiterer wending home!
'Tis well, they are not of my kind,
For I am human, let them come.
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The jubilant waters far below,
Went harping over twig and stone,
And roots with black moss overgrown;
One scarce had noticed in their flow
A slightly changed and muffled tone.
Went harping over twig and stone,
And roots with black moss overgrown;
One scarce had noticed in their flow
A slightly changed and muffled tone.
