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[Helpless, forgotten, sad, and lame]
Helpless, forgotten, sad, and lame,
On one lone seat the live long day,
I muse of youth and dreams of fame,
And hopes and wishes all away.
On one lone seat the live long day,
I muse of youth and dreams of fame,
And hopes and wishes all away.
No more to me with carol gay,
Shall mounting lark from pasture rise,
Nor breezes bland on upland play,
Nor far fair scenes my steps entice.
Shall mounting lark from pasture rise,
Nor breezes bland on upland play,
Nor far fair scenes my steps entice.
Ah, never more beneath the skies,
The winged heart shall glowing soar,
Nor e'er be reach'd the goal or prize,—
The spells of life enchant no more.
The winged heart shall glowing soar,
Nor e'er be reach'd the goal or prize,—
The spells of life enchant no more.
The burning thought, the boding sigh,
The grief unnam'd that old men feel,
The languid limbs that withering lie,
The powerless will's effectless zeal;
All these are mine, and Heaven bestows
The gifts, but still I find them woes.
The grief unnam'd that old men feel,
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The powerless will's effectless zeal;
All these are mine, and Heaven bestows
The gifts, but still I find them woes.
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