James Wade

Sadness now rises with every new dawn,
preceded by sorrow with night endured long.
The days often bright, but no mirth do they bring,
overshadowed with dark clouds from the pain bourne within.
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It doth pierce thy heart
With many a great and sorrowful woe,
To gaze upon her fair beauty,
Tis more comely than the Autumn doe.
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For Thee, and Thee alone,
My heart doth beat within my breast;

For without Thee in my life,
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The sun hath set, the day now done;
The love longed for, sadly not won.

Tears not rain and sorrow not mirth,
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Through the travail of ages
and the struggles and strivings of man,
The Moon looks down upon him
as his life sinks into the sand.
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V.6: 26. The adultress does hunt for a mans precious life,
V.7: 10. With crafty seductions she lieth in wait.

V.6: 32. The fool will surely go in unto her,
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There was at one time, a place of beauty most rare.
Where both woman and man did live without care.
With no fear of war, nor fear of the beasts,
No worldly corruption, no death or disease.
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When the day doth come I'll be not upset,
To leave this world I'll not regret.
Through trial and travail through struggle and strife,
I'll gladly lay down this pitiful life.
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Soldiers come, Dreadful ones.

Glass broken, Just begun.
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