a reverie.
In all the fretwork of anxiety,
That ever haunts each honour-gaining step
Tn this strange life, that levels man with man,
'Neath the sad pressure of adversity.
Some griefs there are that pass like clouds away,
Leaving a sunshine brighter than before;
And e'en the storm's dread and biting blast
Must cease conflicting, and subside at last—
But there's a sorrow that will last for ever,
Wrapping the soul in grief too deep for words—
Keen, burning feelings, that may never wake
The slumbering echo of a kindred soul,
And thoughts that soar on imag'ry's wild wing,
And find no resting-place, but turn again
To the lone shelter of that lonely heart.
That ever haunts each honour-gaining step
Tn this strange life, that levels man with man,
'Neath the sad pressure of adversity.
Some griefs there are that pass like clouds away,
Leaving a sunshine brighter than before;
And e'en the storm's dread and biting blast
Must cease conflicting, and subside at last—
But there's a sorrow that will last for ever,
Wrapping the soul in grief too deep for words—
Keen, burning feelings, that may never wake
The slumbering echo of a kindred soul,
And thoughts that soar on imag'ry's wild wing,
And find no resting-place, but turn again
To the lone shelter of that lonely heart.
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