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A LAMENT.
O primal bloom! O bursting May!
O radiance of my youth,
That with the passion of thy prime
I served the living truth!
O for the full pulse of thy time,
When, in high purpose strong,
Life poured to battle for the good
And smote to flight the wrong!
O glory gone! O golden past!
Such life alone was thine;
It may not sigh its spring-time back,
This withered heart of mine.
O radiance of my youth,
That with the passion of thy prime
I served the living truth!
O for the full pulse of thy time,
When, in high purpose strong,
Life poured to battle for the good
And smote to flight the wrong!
O glory gone! O golden past!
Such life alone was thine;
It may not sigh its spring-time back,
This withered heart of mine.
Farewell, farewell, thou golden prime,
Thou sunburst of my youth;
I may not glorify my age
With thy full thirst for truth;
O radiant time, thou com'st not back
From out the vanished years,
When love on wrong in thunders burst,
And pity flashed in tears!
Alas, thy olden fires, O life,
May not again be thine!
In vain it sighs its spring-time back,
This withered heart of mine.
Thou sunburst of my youth;
I may not glorify my age
With thy full thirst for truth;
O radiant time, thou com'st not back
From out the vanished years,
When love on wrong in thunders burst,
And pity flashed in tears!
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May not again be thine!
In vain it sighs its spring-time back,
This withered heart of mine.
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