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8
THE SOLITARY
'Tis my fate to walk alone,Friends, companions, I have none.
How befalls that thus I find it?
Can I be inhuman-minded?
Hate I any creature? No.
Do I long for love? I do.
Is it that I scorn the store
I have, tho' others have no more,
Longing after higher food?
This unrestful mind or mood
Is it vanity or folly?
Is it bile and melancholy?
Or a ray of the Divine,
Glimmer of the true soul-shine,
Which pales the sunlight? This in me
Find I, whatso-e'er it be.
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