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FOUND.
Naked, bleeding, and forlorn,
I wandered on the mountain side;
To hide my wounds from shame and scorn,
I made a garment of my pride.
I wandered on the mountain side;
To hide my wounds from shame and scorn,
I made a garment of my pride.
Till there came a tyrant grey,
He stript and chained me with disgrace,
He led me by the public way,
And sold me in the market-place.
He stript and chained me with disgrace,
He led me by the public way,
And sold me in the market-place.
To many masters was I bound,
And many a grievous load I bore;
But in the toil my flesh grew sound,
And from my limbs the chains I tore.
And many a grievous load I bore;
But in the toil my flesh grew sound,
And from my limbs the chains I tore.
I ran to seek my mother's cot,
And I found Love singing there,
And round it many a pleasant plot,
And shadowy streams and gardens fair.
And I found Love singing there,
And round it many a pleasant plot,
And shadowy streams and gardens fair.
Like virgin gold the thatch I see,
Like virgin gold the doorway sweet;
And in the blissful noon each tree
A ladder for the angel's feet.
Like virgin gold the doorway sweet;
And in the blissful noon each tree
A ladder for the angel's feet.
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