BEFORE SUNRISE.
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This matchless world, where thy least touch doth teach
Thy solemn lessons clearly, line on line.
Thy solemn lessons clearly, line on line.
And help us to be grateful, we who live
Such sordid, fretful lives of discontent,
Nor see the sunshine nor the flower, nor strive
To find the love thy bitter chastening meant.
Such sordid, fretful lives of discontent,
Nor see the sunshine nor the flower, nor strive
To find the love thy bitter chastening meant.
