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Prelude	A
I SEE the boy bard neath life s morning skies	B
While hope s bright cohorts guess not of defeat	C
And ardour lightens from his earnest eyes	B
And faith s cherubic wings around his being beat	C
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Loudly the echo of his soul repeats	D
Those deathless strains that witched the world of old	E
While to the deeds his high heart proudly beats	D
Of names within them treasured like heroic gold	E
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To love he lights the ode of vocal fire	F
And yearns in song o er freedom s sacred throes	G
Or pours a pious incense from his lyre	H
Wherever o er the grave a martyre glory glows	G
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Or as he wanders waking dreams arise	B
And paint new Edens on the future s scroll	I
While on the wings of rapture he outflies	B
The faltering mood that warns in his prophetic soul	I
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All doubt away he cries in trustful mood	A
From Time s unknown the perfect yet shall rise	B
And this full heart attests how much of God	J
Might dwell with man beneath these purple clouded skies	B
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Thus holiest shapes inhabit his desire	F
And love s dream turtles sing along his way	K
Thus faith keeps mounting like a skylark higher	F
As hope engoldens more the morning of his day	K
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But ah Too high that harp like heart is strung	L
To bear the jar of this harsh world s estate	M
And tis betrayed by that too fervent tongue	L
How burns the fire within that bodes a wayward fate	M
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Soon on the morning s wings shall fancy flee	N
And world damps quench love s spiritual flame	O
And his wild powers now as the wild waves free	N
Be reef bound by low wants and beaten down by shame	O
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Now mark him in the city s weltering crowd	P
Haggard and pale and yet in his distress	B
How quick to scorn the vile defy the pround	P
Grim cold and distant now then seized with recklessness	B
Yet oft what agony his pride assails	B
When life s first morning faith to thought appears	B
Lost in the shadowy past and nought avails	B
Her calling to the lost then blood is in his tears	B
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Henceforth must his sole comrade be despair	Q
Sole wanderer by his side in ways forlorn	R
And as a root wrenched vine no more may bear	Q
No more by this dry wood shall fruit be borne	R
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No more And every care of life in woe	S
And desperation to the wind is hurled	P
He thanks dull wondering pity with a blow	S
And leaps though into hell out of the cruel world	P
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First Love	T
I even when a child	P
Had fondly brooded with a glowing cheek	U
And asking heart with lips apart and breath	V
Hushed to such silence as the matron dove	T
Preserves while warming into life her young	L
Over the secretely disclosing hope	W
Of finding in the fulness of my youth	X
Some sweet congenial one to love to call	Y
My own And one has been whose soul	I
Felt to its depth the influence of mine	Z
Albeit between us the sweet name of Love	T
Passed never to bring blooming to the check	A2
Those rosy shames that burn it on the heart	P
Symbol of heaven sole synonym of God	P
Yet not the less a sympathy that heard	P
Through many a whisper Love s sweet spirit self	B2
Low breathing in the silence of our souls	B
Knit us together with a still consent	P
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And she was beautiful in outward shape	C2
As lovely in her mind Such eyes she had	P
As burn in the far depths of passionate thought	P
While yet the visionary heart of youth	X
Is lonely in its hope Cherries were ne er	F
More ruby rich more delicately full	D2
Than were her lips and when her young heart would	P
A smile ineffably enchanting played	P
The unwitting conqueress there	Q
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Her light round form	E2
Had grace in every impulse motions fair	Q
As her life s purity her being all	Y
Was as harmonious to the mind as are	F2
Most perfect strains of purest tones prolonged	P
To music loving ears	B
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But full of dole	I
Her mortal fate to me Ere sixteen springs	B
Had bloomed about her being a most fell	G2
And secret malady did feel amid	P
The roses of her cheeks her lips but still	H2
Felon like shunned the lustre of her eyes	B
That more replendent grew And so before	I2
Those glowing orbs had turned their starry light	P
Upon one human face with other troth	J2
Than a meek daughter or fond sister yields	B
Ere her white arms and heaving bosom held	P
A nestling other than the weary head	P
Of sickness or a stranger babe the grass	B
That whistled dry in the autumnal wind	P
Was billowing round her grave	K2
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And yet I live	L2
Within a world that knoweth her no more	I2
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Tis well when misery s harassed son	M2
For shelter to the grave doth go	S
As to his mountain hold may run	M2
The hunted roe	S
Yet when beneath benignant skies	B
The angle Grace herself appears	B
But Death s born bride the stoniest eyes	B
Might break in tears	B
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Chorus of the Hours	B
Ah That Death	V
Should ever like a drear untimely night	P
Descent upon the loved in Love s despite	P
Ah That a little breath	V
Expiring from the world should leave each scene	N2
Where its warm influence before hath been	O2
So empty to the heart in its despair	Q
Of all but misery misery everywhere	Q
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Thus in the morning of my life have I	P2
No happiness rooted in the earth to hold	P
My spirit to the actual All my hopes	B
Are blown away by adverse chilling winds	B
Blown sheer away out of the world to seek	U
Such solace as may be derived from far	F2
And lonely flights of faith Yet even these	B
Only divert not satisfy my soul	I
Still when her wings refuse them wearied out	P
By so wild will d an aeronaut as I	P2
Having no nearer comfort even as now	Q2
Their foregone influence do I meditate	P
Tracing them upward in their heavenward track	R2
As through an ocean of uprolling mist	P
Amid the morning Alps a morning bird	P
Keeps soaring trustful of the risen sun	M2
Who then is turning all the mountain tops	B
To diamond islets washed by waves of gold	P
That shatter as they surge keeps soaring till	H2
It shoots at length into the cloudless light	P
And gleams a bird of fire so faith upmounts	B
Through the earth s misty tribulations up	S2
Into the clear of the eternal world	P
Unfainting fervent till with happy wings	B
Outspreading full amid the rays of God	P
It glories gleaming like the Alpine bird	P
But wearying in her flight even faith returns	B
As does the bird returns into the mist	P
That shutteth down all less adventurous life	T2
But stronger for the mighty vision left	P
And for the heavenly warmth upon her wings	B
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Once did I only stand in thought beside	P
The grave of one who had for freedom died	P
Or on some spot made holy by the vow	Q2
Of tuneful love though of an ancient day	P
My very life would thrill and am I now	Q2
Journeying away	P
From that fraternal interest which cast	P
Around me then the feeling of the past	P
I know not but my heart no more will leap	U2
Even to the trump of some Homeric lay	P
Bad progress is it if from that I keep	U2
Journeying away	P
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Misery	N
As the moaning wild waves ever	F
Fret around some lonely isle	V2
There are griefs that no endeavour	F
Stilleth even for a while	V2
Beating at my heart for ever	F
Beating at it now	Q2
Beating at my heart and aching	W2
Upward to my brow	Q2
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Like the wild clouds flying over	F
High above all human reach	X2
There are joys that I their lover	F
Cannot even scale in speech	X2
Flying o er my head for ever	F
Flying o er it now	Q2
Flying o er my head and shading	W2
With despair my brow	Q2
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Chorus of the Hours	B
Alas The veriest human clod	P
Is happier than he	N
On whom the majesty	N
And the mystery	N
Of thought had fallen like the fire of God	P
Ah Those by nature	F