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My Lyrical Life | ||
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I built my Nest by a pleasant stream,
That glided along with a smile in its gleam,
Bringing me gold that was sumless;
Ah me! but the floods came drowning one day,
Swept my Nest with its wealth away,
And I in the world was homeless!
That glided along with a smile in its gleam,
Bringing me gold that was sumless;
Ah me! but the floods came drowning one day,
Swept my Nest with its wealth away,
And I in the world was homeless!
I built my Nest in a gay green tree,
And the summer of life went merrily
With us—we were Birds of a feather!
But the leaves soon fell, and my pretty ones flew,
And through my Nest the bitter winds blew;
'Twas bare in the wildest weather.
And the summer of life went merrily
With us—we were Birds of a feather!
But the leaves soon fell, and my pretty ones flew,
And through my Nest the bitter winds blew;
'Twas bare in the wildest weather.
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I built my Nest under Heaven's high eaves;
No rising of floods, no falling of leaves,
Can mock my heart's endeavour.
Waters may wash, breezes may blow,
In the bosom of Rest I shall smile, I shall know
My Nest is safe for ever.
No rising of floods, no falling of leaves,
Can mock my heart's endeavour.
Waters may wash, breezes may blow,
In the bosom of Rest I shall smile, I shall know
My Nest is safe for ever.
My Lyrical Life | ||