Never a love, did his heart contain,
Never; whether sunny or grey-
Never sang one, of his own refrain;
Not in the night, or day.
Never a love, to mortgage his pain,
Never; though the price was free-
Never, though his sadness fell like rain;
For none had the eyes, to see.
Never did a mourner come to view,
Never; the grave where he lay-
Never, for grace in this world's too few;
And none had a word, to say.
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