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II.
I wonder whether I shall ever arise,
And join the ranks of men that work and fight,
And reach again the region of delight?
Far off from me the land of labour lies,
Hope faints, and, fading into daylight, dies,
Once rosy as the sunset, and as bright
As the May moon that sails the seas of night,
At morn before the great sun frigate flies;
And join the ranks of men that work and fight,
And reach again the region of delight?
Far off from me the land of labour lies,
Hope faints, and, fading into daylight, dies,
Once rosy as the sunset, and as bright
As the May moon that sails the seas of night,
At morn before the great sun frigate flies;
Though I am dead life flows around, above me,
I find some comfort in its ceaseless flow,
I hear the voices of the men that love me,
They reach me lying, silent, far below,
The grasses wave above my funeral mound,
And love bears blossoms even underground.
I find some comfort in its ceaseless flow,
I hear the voices of the men that love me,
They reach me lying, silent, far below,
The grasses wave above my funeral mound,
And love bears blossoms even underground.
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