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Gold I can give—and what would it avail thee?
'Tis manna that thou askest, not a stone.
How can'st thou learn, when all thy visions fail thee,
To live by bread alone?
'Tis manna that thou askest, not a stone.
How can'st thou learn, when all thy visions fail thee,
To live by bread alone?
I cannot grant thee one brief glimpse of heaven,
I cannot stay the tears that thou must weep.
Loved, lost in life, I cannot bid thee even
Forget thy woes in sleep.
I cannot stay the tears that thou must weep.
Loved, lost in life, I cannot bid thee even
Forget thy woes in sleep.
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