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SOLITUDE.
Amid the throng
Which, restless, moves along
With hurrying footsteps o'er the earth
But few their noblest thoughts have known,
Seldom save when alone
Come thoughts of worth.
Which, restless, moves along
With hurrying footsteps o'er the earth
But few their noblest thoughts have known,
Seldom save when alone
Come thoughts of worth.
It needs the balm
Of soul-restoring calm
To purge the mind of Life's alloy;
Thus yielding back Man's highest power,
His blessèd pristine dower
Of peace and joy.
Of soul-restoring calm
To purge the mind of Life's alloy;
Thus yielding back Man's highest power,
His blessèd pristine dower
Of peace and joy.
And thus do men
With new and eager ken
Taste those rich joys that only live
In solitude—joys which uplift
Their souls to truth—best gift
That Life can give.
With new and eager ken
Taste those rich joys that only live
In solitude—joys which uplift
Their souls to truth—best gift
That Life can give.
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