Loneliness
It is tt sadj sad thing to be alone - Alone within a world so bright as t.his - To meet at niglit no light and welcome kiss, And haar no ansWer to our heavy moan, Save, loud without, the soleten organ-tone Of the wild, wintry winds about the eaves, Or rustling in the woods the withering leaves. Alas, alas ! for early hopes thpy've, flown I Their song aroused noecho, and - they diedl Died like au infant sinking into rest, And seeking Heaven froni its mother's breast; Leaving me nothing but my iron pride - Pride vvhich I wrap around me, as I tread The ïvays of life ; yet, to its pleasure- dead.
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