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Hark, my soul, it is the Lord,

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He's gone! the glorious spirit's fled,
How still the morning of the hallowed day!

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How strange is the course that a Christian must steer, 244

I asked an aged man,-a man of cares, ..............

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I climbed the dark brow of the mighty Helvellyn,

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I culled each floweret for my fair,

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I had a friend who died in early youth,

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I hear thee speak

the better land,

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I pity bashful men, who feel the pain,

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I saw an aged beggar

in

my

walk,

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I used to love thee, simple flower,

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I wish I was where Anna lies,

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I would but cannot sing,

162

In evil long I took delight,

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In man or woman, but far most in man,

It is not that my lot is low,

It is the funeral march. I did not think,

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Little grief disturbed our breasts that hour,

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Lo! at the couch where infant beauty sleeps,

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Man hath a weary pilgrimage,

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Man like a flower at morn appears,

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Mark yon old mansion, frowning through the trees, ...........

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My father is dead, and my mother is dead,

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Night is the time for rest,

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Not a drum was heard,- not a funeral note,

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O for a lodge in some vast wilderness,

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O heard ye yon pibroch sound sad in the gale?

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leave the lily on its stem,

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() most delightful hour by man,

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O stranger ! let no ill-timed tear, .................................

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O 'tis not while the fairy breeze fans the green ocean,

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think, that while you're weeping here,

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Othou whose beams the sea-girt earth array,

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why should the spirit of mortal be proud ?

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Of all my race there breathes not one, ...........................

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