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Longing

Longing image
Parent Issue
Day
31
Month
July
Year
1896
Copyright
Public Domain
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The hlll! ïcpedown to the valley, the strearag tuk dv,wn t ) the Bea, Aud my heart, my In-art, oh, far one, sets and strains toward thee. But oiily Bhe feet oí th j mountain are feit by the riiii of the plain, And the souree and soul of the hurrying streani reach uot the cailing maiii. The dawn is sick for the daylight, the morning yearns for the noon, Aiidtha twiiis:lit sighs for the evehing star and the rising ol the moon, But the dawn and the dayliglit never were se o in the selfsatoe skies, And thu gloaming dies of iis own deaire wheu the moon and the ütarb arise. The springtime calis to the sumnier, "Oh, mingle your life with mine," And fcuinraer to autumn 'plaineth low, "Must the harvest be onlythine?" Eut the nightingaie goea when the swallow comes, uru the lcaf is the blossoD?. üed, And when autumn sits on her golden sheave teen the reign of the rose is dead. And hunger and thirst, and wail and want, are lost in the empty air, And the heevenly spirit vamly pinea for the touch of the earthly fair, And the hills slope down to the valley, the streams run down to the sea, And my heart, my heart, oh, far one, sets and etrains toward thee.

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Subjects
Ann Arbor Argus
Old News