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Ashamed I laid my mantle
And crown upon the sod,
And sorrowless and joyless
The dusty road I plod.



Out of my slumber I woke in affright;
Why does the lark sing so deep in the night?

The day is gone, the morning is far,
Down on my pillow shines many a star;

And ever the song of the lark I hear;
Oh, voice of the dawning, I shrink in fear.