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O! in my soul too wild and strong
 This gift hath grown,
Bright spirit of immortal song!
 Take back thine own.

I know no sorrows round me cling,
 My years are few;
And yet my heart's the saddest thing
 I ever knew.

For in my thoughts the world doth share
 But little part;
A mournful thing it is to bear
 A mournful heart.