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MY STUDY.
I love the circuit of thy narrow bounds
While my pale lamp gives light,
And, unattended by tumultuous sounds,
Presides the holy night.
While my pale lamp gives light,
And, unattended by tumultuous sounds,
Presides the holy night.
A quiet nook for reverie thou art
In the dim hour of shade,
When that wild, wondrous instrument, the heart,
Is lulled and tranquil made.
In the dim hour of shade,
When that wild, wondrous instrument, the heart,
Is lulled and tranquil made.
My books—old friends that know not frigid change—
When come the evil days,
Unfold their lettered treasures, rich and strange,
To my enamored gaze.
When come the evil days,
Unfold their lettered treasures, rich and strange,
To my enamored gaze.
While folly wastes, in lust and midnight wine,
Manhood and moral health,
True wisdom seeketh jewels in the mine
Of intellectual wealth.
Manhood and moral health,
True wisdom seeketh jewels in the mine
Of intellectual wealth.
Haunt sacred to retirement and to thought!
At midnight deep and lone,
Within thy hallowed precincts I have caught
Gleams of that world unknown,
At midnight deep and lone,
Within thy hallowed precincts I have caught
Gleams of that world unknown,
Where the soul harbors when this life is o'er,
And closed our war with time,
And the hushed belfry of the heart no more
Rings with a numbered chime.
And closed our war with time,
And the hushed belfry of the heart no more
Rings with a numbered chime.
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