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" SORROW AND SIGHING SHALL FLEE AWAY." — The Prophet Isaiah.
SORROW and sighing, sorrow and sighing,
How can it happen that these should pass
Out of a world where the flowers lie dying,
Out of a world where all flesh is grass ?
Sorrow and sighing, sorrow and sighing,
Dear as the autumn, and fair as the rain.
Sorrow and sighing, sorrow and sighing,
Will they then cease, and our souls grow dull ?
Sluggishly somnolent, torpidly lying,
Lapped in the calm of a deep sea lull ?
Sorrow and sighing, sorrow and sighing, —
Should we not long for the thundering main ?
