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X. SADNESS AND GLADNESS
Our tired hearts gather sadness, as we grow
In care and thoughts and pain.
The sweet spring sunlight that once charmed us so
Will never gleam again.
The grey mists thicken as the sun declines:
A deepening shadow clothes the mountain pines.
In care and thoughts and pain.
The sweet spring sunlight that once charmed us so
Will never gleam again.
The grey mists thicken as the sun declines:
A deepening shadow clothes the mountain pines.
But our tired heart sees not the whole of things.
Still over the brown stream
Flashes the kingfisher with rapid wings,
One sudden azure gleam.
Because our souls are weary or are sad,
We quite forget that half the world is glad!
Still over the brown stream
Flashes the kingfisher with rapid wings,
One sudden azure gleam.
Because our souls are weary or are sad,
We quite forget that half the world is glad!
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Some lover just has won his lady's smile,
As we won long ago:
The wild hedge-blossoms cluster by the stile,
Gold buttercups a-row:
The silvery minnow darts along the stream:
Life is not all a trouble or a dream.
As we won long ago:
The wild hedge-blossoms cluster by the stile,
Gold buttercups a-row:
The silvery minnow darts along the stream:
Life is not all a trouble or a dream.
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