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BED-RIDDEN
The sun may in glory go by,
Though by cloudiness hidden from sight;
And the moon may be bright in the sky,
Though an air-mist may smother its light.
There is joy in the world among some,
And among them may joy ever be;
And oh! is there health-joy to come,
Come any more unto me?
Though by cloudiness hidden from sight;
And the moon may be bright in the sky,
Though an air-mist may smother its light.
There is joy in the world among some,
And among them may joy ever be;
And oh! is there health-joy to come,
Come any more unto me?
The stream may be running its way,
Under ice that lies dead as the stone,
And below the dark water may play
The quick fishes in swimmings unshown,
There is sprightliness shown among some,
Aye, and sprightly may they ever be,
And oh! is there limb-strength to come,
Come any more unto me?
Under ice that lies dead as the stone,
And below the dark water may play
The quick fishes in swimmings unshown,
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Aye, and sprightly may they ever be,
And oh! is there limb-strength to come,
Come any more unto me?
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