Lament who will, in fruitless tears,
The speed with which our moments fly;
I sigh not over vanished years,
But watch the years that hasten by.
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How shall I know thee in the sphere which keeps
The disembodied spirits of the dead,
When all of thee that time could wither sleeps
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I've watched too late; the morn is near;
One look at God's broad silent sky!
Oh, hopes and wishes vainly dear,
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Stay, rivulet, nor haste to leave
The lovely vale that lies around thee.
Why wouldst thou be a sea at eve,
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When breezes are soft and skies are fair,
I steal an hour from study and care,
And hie me away to the woodland scene,
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These are the gardens of the Desert, these
The unshorn fields, boundless and beautiful,
For which the speech of England has no name--
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'Tis sweet, in the green Spring,
To gaze upon the wakening fields around;
Birds in the thicket sing,
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I sat beside the glowing grate, fresh heaped
With Newport coal, and as the flame grew bright
--The many-coloured flame--and played and leaped,
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And he delivered them into the hands of the Gibeonites, and they
hanged them in the hill before the Lord; and they fell all seven
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The earth was sown with early flowers,
The heavens were blue and bright--
I met a youthful cavalier
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