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I	A
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MY lay is ended closed the circling year	B
From Spring's first dawn to Winter's darkling night	C
The moan of sorrow and the sigh of fear	B
The ringing chords of triumph and delight	C
Have died away oh child of beauty bright	C
And all unconscious of my song art thou	D
With large blue eyes of Majesty and might	C
And red full lips and fair capacious brow	D
No Leader of the World but Life's Beginner now	D
II	A
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Oh tender human blossom thou art fair	E
With such a beauty as the eye perceives	F
Watching a bud of promise rich and rare	E
In the home shadow of surrounding leaves	F
THOUGHT the great Dream bringer who joys and grieves	F
Over the visions of her own creating	G
Resting by Thee a sigh of pleasure heaves	F
The fever of her rapid flight abating	G
Amid the golden hopes around thy cradle waiting	G
III	A
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Thou thou at least art happy For thy sake	H
Heaven speaks reversal of the doom of pain	I
Set on our Nature when the Demon Snake	H
Hissed the first lie a woman's ear to gain	I
And Eden was lamented for in vain	I
THOU art not meant like other men to thirst	J
For benefits no effort can attain	I
To struggle on by Hope's deceiving nurst	J
And linger still the last where thou wouldst fain be first	J
IV	K
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The royal canopy above thy head	J
Shall charm away the griefs that others know	L
Oh mocking dream Thy feet Life's path must tread	J
The Just God made not Happiness to grow	L
Out of condition fair the field flowers blow	L
Fair as the richer flowers of garden ground	J
And far more equally are joy and woe	L
Divided than they dream who gazing round	J
See but that narrow plot their own life's selfish bound	J
V	K
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True in thy Childhood's Spring thou shalt not taste	J
The bitter toil of factory or mine	M
Nor the Strong Summer of thy manhood waste	J
In labour vain and want that bids thee pine	M
The mellow Autumn of thy calm decline	M
The sheltered Winter of thy happy Age	N
Shall see home faces still around thee shine	M
No Workhouse threatening where the heart's sick rage	N
Mopes like a prisoned bird within a cheerless cage	N
VI	K
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True that instead of all this weary grief	K
This cutting off what joy our life affords	O
This endless pining for denied relief	K
All Luxury shall hail thee music's chords	O
Shall woo thee and sweet utterance of words	P
In Minstrel singing Painting shall beguile	Q
Thine eye with mimic battles dark with swords	O
Green sylvan landscapes beauty's imaged smile	Q
And books thy leisure hours from worldly cares shall wile	Q
VII	K
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There ends the sum of thy Life's holiday	J
WANT shall not enter near thee PLEASURE shall	R
But Pomp hath wailed when Poverty looked gay	J
And SORROW claims an equal tax from all	S
Tears have been known from Royal eyes to fall	S
When harvest trudging clowns went singing by	K
Sobs have woke echoes in the gilded hall	S
And by that pledge of thine Equality	K
Men hail thee BROTHER still though thou art set so high	K
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VIII	K
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DEATH too who heeds not poorer men's regret	J
Neither is subject to the will of Kings	T
All Thrones all Empires of the Earth are set	J
Under the vaulted shadow of his wings	T
He blights our Summers chills our fairest springs	T
Nips the fresh bloom of some uncertain flower	U
Yea where the fragile tendril closest clings	T
There doth his gaunt hand pluck with sudden power	U
Leaving green burial mounds where stood Affection's bower	U
IX	T
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Where is young Orleans that fair Prince of France	T
Who 'scaped a thousand threatening destinies	T
Only to perish by a vulgar chance	T
Lost is the light of the most lovely eyes	T
That ever imaged back the summer skies	T
Widowed the hapless Wife who seeks to train	I
Childhood's frail thread of broken memories	T
So that her Orphan may at least retain	I
The haunting shadow of a Father's face in vain	I
X	T
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Oh Summer flowers which happy children cull	V
How were ye stained that year by bitter weeping	G
When he the stately and the beautiful	V
Wrapped in his dismal shroud lay coldly sleeping	G
The warm breeze through the rustling woods went creeping	G
The birds with gladdening notes sang overhead	J
The peasant groups went laughing to their reaping	G
But in the gorgeous Palace rose instead	J
Sobs and lamenting Hymns and Masses for the Dead	J
XI	T
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Where too is She the loved and lately wived	J
The fair haired Daughter of an Emperor	U
Born in the time of roses and who lived	J
A rose's life one Spring one Summer more	W
Dating from Girlhood's blushing days of yore	W
Fading in Autumn lost in Winter's gloom	X
And with the opening year beheld no more	W
She and her babe lie buried in the tomb	X
The green bud on the stem both withered in the bloom	X
XII	T
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Then RUSSIA wept Then bowing to the dust	J
That brow whereon proud Majesty and Grace	T
Are chiselled as in some ideal bust	J
All vain appeared his power his realm's wide space	T
And the high blood of his imperial race	T
He sank a grieving man a helpless Sire	U
Who could not call back to a pale sweet face	T
By might of rule or Love's intense desire	U
The light that quivering sank in darkness to expire	Y
XII	T
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Where is the angel sent as Belgium's heir	E
Renewing hopes so linked with bitter fears	T
When our own Charlotte perished young and fair	E
The former love of long departed years	T
That little One is gone from earth's cold tears	T
To smile in Heaven's clear sunshine with the Blest	J
And in his stead another bud appears	T
But when his gentle head was laid to rest	J
Came there not boding dreams to sting his Father's breast	J
XIV	K
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Of Claremont of that dark December night	J
When pale with weary vigils vainly kept	J
Crushed by the destiny that looked so bright	J
Dark browed and beautiful he stood and wept	J
By one who heard him not but dumbly slept	J
By one who loved him so that evermore	W
Her young heart with a fervent welcome leapt	J
To greet his presence But those pangs are o'er	U
And Heaven in mercy keeps more smiling days in store	W
XV	K
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God hath built up a bridge 'twixt man and man	Z
Which mortal strength can never overthrow	L
Over the world it stretches its dark span	Z
The keystone of that mighty arch is WOE	L
Joy's rainbow glories visit earth and go	L
Melting away to Heaven's far distant land	J
But Grief's foundations have been fixed below	L
PLEASURE divides us the Divine command	J
Hath made of SORROW'S links a firm connecting band	J
XVI	K
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In the clear morning when I rose from sleep	A2
And left my threshold for the fresh'ning breeze	T
There I beheld a grieving woman weep	A2
The shadow of a child was on her knees	T
The worn heir of her many miseries	T
'Save him ' was written in her suppliant glance	T
But I was weaker than its fell disease	T
And ere towards noon the Dial could advance	T
Death indeed saved her babe from Life's most desperate chance	T
XVII	K
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The sunset of that day in splendid halls	T
Mourning a little child of Ducal race	T
How fair the picture Memory recalls	T
I saw the sweetest and the palest face	T
That ever wore the stamp of Beauty's grace	T
Bowed like a white rose beat by storms and rain	I
And on her countenance my eyes could trace	T
And on her soft cheek marked with tearful stain	I
That she had prayed through many a midnight watch in vain	I
XVIII	K
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In both those different homes the babe was dead	J
Life's early morning closed in sudden night	J
In both the bitter tears were freely shed	J
Lips pressed on lids for ever closed from light	J
And prayers sobbed forth to God the Infinite	J
From both the little one was borne away	J
And buried in the earth with solemn rite	J
One in a mound where no stone marked the clay	J
One in a vaulted tomb with funeral array	J
XIX	T
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It was the last distinction of their lot	J
The same dull earth received their mortal mould	J
The same high consecration marked the spot	J
A Christian burying place for	W