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nv AUGUSTUS sEoDGRAss
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o .,,o,rh, 70 the World and its pleasure,


,,s m,n from its follies to thee,
Who art 10 my soul as treasure,


Far dearer than Earth e'er can be.
7 ike star in the heavens beclouded-


Like a rose in the desert alone,
Art thou to my heart, that, enshrouded,
Hath nousht but Lifes WEAKNESS known
The burden of Life bringeth sadness


To him who kat.l lived but to bear,
What Fate may inaict in its madness,


It's torture--its woe-and despair!
Like captive with heart deeply riven,
Who struggles dewn-cast in his chain,
We sigh for the pure pure light of Heaven,
And the hours of our Freedom again
The torture Of Fate we may stiae;


What the world can inhict may be borne
For Time with its grief can ne'er riie


The Heart of gem it hath worn.
The strong grasp of Memory never
,y;Il loose what hath gladdened the soul;
au, tbey at our call shall for ever


like stars from their cloud-halls uproli!
Rnt amid the wild desert around me


A stream from rock hath out-burst,
Whose waters of gladness have found me,
AsI fell on the sands in my thirst;
And with laugh and with song ii on Dances
To cast its bright drops in the sea,
And the light of the wave, as it glances'
Speaks soft to my heart OF but thee!
Through the dark depths of Time like SPIRIT
NV goul in its sadness hath flown,
And felt what the heart must inherit,


Which moves through that darkness alone
To the Night and its wakefuness lonely,
have learned companion TO he,
For in its calm silence came only


The voice OF thy spirit to me.
The voice of thy spirit, which never


Can cease its sweet song in my breast
But gladd ming and lively for ever,


Shall bless, as it ever hath blest!
While pure as the Morning that waketh


The song Of the World with its shine,
The light from thy spirit that breaketh


Shall kindle the darkness OF mine.
Norwich NJ Y.