![]() And hermits are contented with their cells. |
![]() From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy! |
![]() And airy hopes my children. |
![]() Heights which the soul is competent to gain. |
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![]() So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! |
![]() The Form remains, the Function never dies. |
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![]() Have I been now a sojourner on earth, And yet the morning gladness is not gone Which then was in my mind. |
![]() Or but a wandering voice? |
![]() Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one! |
![]() Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart. |
![]() Where is it now, the glory and the dream? |
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