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THE COMMON SORROWS.
Out of the pleasant meadows,
Ablaze with noonday light,
Into the vale of shadows,
Into the gathering night,
With trembling feet I wander,
And fears unowned and wild,
To some dark goal out yonder,
Bearing my little child.
Ablaze with noonday light,
Into the vale of shadows,
Into the gathering night,
With trembling feet I wander,
And fears unowned and wild,
To some dark goal out yonder,
Bearing my little child.
So gaily he is singing,
Secure upon my arm,
Close to my bosom clinging,
Without a dream of harm;
And I, my heart near breaking,
Must answer gaily too,
Striving with eyes dull aching
To pierce the darkness through.
Secure upon my arm,
Close to my bosom clinging,
Without a dream of harm;
And I, my heart near breaking,
Must answer gaily too,
Striving with eyes dull aching
To pierce the darkness through.
It may be heaven is hidden
Behind these vulture-wings,
That droop at once, unbidden,
O'er fairest earthly things.
So useless sight and eyes are
Against their silent pall,
My darling here is wiser,
That will not look at all!
Behind these vulture-wings,
That droop at once, unbidden,
O'er fairest earthly things.
So useless sight and eyes are
Against their silent pall,
My darling here is wiser,
That will not look at all!
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