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SONNET.
[Still journeying onward in this “vale of tears,”]
Still journeying onward in this “vale of tears,”Where shades of cypress ever overspread,
The wayworn traveller turns his weary head,
And muses on the uneven track of years.
Far in the hazy distance there appears
A little path bright as a golden thread;
But here o'er rugged stones and flowers dead
His way must lie; while uncouth phantom fears,
Risen from behind him, ever glide before.
Faint is he now; yet would he all retrace
To pass unhurt the slippery footing o'er
Whereon he lamed himself; and in his face
The keen regret comes deepening, till once more
His wistful eyes are toward the resting-place.
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