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To some desert spot where, unknown and unnoted,
Its woes and its wanderings may both find a tomb,
Far far from the land where it grew in its gladness,
And hung from its brave branch, freshly and green,
Bathed in blythe dews and soft shimmering in sunshine,
From morn until even-tide, a beautiful joy!
Dream of Life's Early Day, Farewell for Ever.
"Others of the 'Broken-hearted and Hope-bereaved men,' as they went on their way, poured forth these melancholy measures."—Motherwell.
Bright mornings! of beauty and bloom, that, in boyhood,
Gleamed gay with the visionings glorious of glad hope;
Dear days! that discoursed of delights never-dying,
