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RESIGNATION.
Behold, in summer's parching thirst,The while the waters pass them by,
The hills, like Tantalus accurst,
In silent anguish lie,
Nor look they to the lowly vale
Wherein their famished shadows glide,
But, with uplifted glances pale,
The will of Heaven abide.
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