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Hast thou not seen, world-weary man,
Life's poor pilgrim white and wan,—
A gentle beauty for the cheek
Which nothing gives but sorrow,
A sweet expression, soft and weak,
Joy can never borrow?
Where lingering on the pale wet face
The rival tears run their slow race
Each in its wonted furrow;

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And patience, eloquently meek,
From the threaten'd stroke unshrinking,
In mild boldness can but speak
The burden of its sadden'd thinking,—
“Dreary as to-day has been,
And sad and cheerless yestereen,
'Twill dawn as dark to-morrow!”