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First Line: And borne with theirs, my proudest thoughts do seem
Last Line: In the wild bushes I sat down and wept.


And borne with theirs, my proudest thoughts do seem
Bald at the best and dim: a barren gleam
Among the immortal stars, and faint and brief
As northlight flitting in the dreary north.
What have thy dreams, a vague prospective worth?
An import imminent? or dost thou deem
Thy life so fair that thou wouldst set it forth
Before the day? or art thou wise in grief,
Has fruitful sorrow swept thee with her wing?
Today I heard a sweet voice carolling
In the woodlot paths, with laugh and careless cry
Leading her happy mates: apart I stepped,
And while the laugh and song went lightly by,
In the wild bushes I sat down and wept.





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