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[Unhappy man, why wander there]
Q.Unhappy man, why wander there,
For bleak the northwinds blow,
And cold and bitter is the air,
And falls the driving snow?
A.
Oh! murky, murky is the night,
And darksome is the Lea,
And there is not a ray of light,
But it's all the same to me.
And darksome is the Lea,
And there is not a ray of light,
But it's all the same to me.
The sultry noon, the freezing night,
The storm-tost winter sea,
The halls of luxury, beaming bright,
Are all the same to me.
The storm-tost winter sea,
The halls of luxury, beaming bright,
Are all the same to me.
Whether in Afric's scorching clime,
Or Lapland's wilds I flee,
I heed not season, place, or time,
They're all the same to me.
Or Lapland's wilds I flee,
I heed not season, place, or time,
They're all the same to me.
236
For all my hopes on earth are crost
With baleful misery,
And all my goods on earth are lost,
So it's all the same to me.
With baleful misery,
And all my goods on earth are lost,
So it's all the same to me.
I have no home where I may go,
Despair alone I see,
And grief on grief and woe on woe
Are all the same to me.
Despair alone I see,
And grief on grief and woe on woe
Are all the same to me.
Then tell me not that from the storm
And whirlwind I should flee;
Beat on upon this shatter'd form,
'Tis all the same to me.
And whirlwind I should flee;
Beat on upon this shatter'd form,
'Tis all the same to me.
A. T.
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