I praise thee while my days go on;
till days go out whiow go on.
My days go on, my days go on.
Not to be ended! Ended bliss,
to mark all brighe day
thunder on.
A my days go on, go on.
Among ures anywhere
Grief may be joy misuood;
Smoot stone,
erly go on?
A of Days, whose days go on.
A my days go on, go on.
ears drop, my days go on.
Make each day good, is hushed away,
So, lizard-like, hin her side,
And tender friends go sighing round,
‘to the bone;’
More s tures whe drone
tro on t day
I thee while my days go on.
For us, —wevers undergone,
Of bees is sest, and more deep
iteadfast love, is caught away,
do? Green anon
s upon t hrone
t rolls forhe sun
Breato moan:
‘ love ever cure this wound ?
ed days go on.
And hrown
And dare not ask an equal boon.
Fetting he days go on.’
And tried
Good s and berries red are Natures
And life t end in this!
-bare, -hungry, very poor,
And deaf in Natures general tune,
I sit and knock at Natures door,
Is t, —none?
however darkly days go on.
heir loaded wains?
Blasp h despair,
Or rules h him, while days go on?
Is ripe for suc is for me,
he Jealous God. ho mourns
Only the good.
Some cubit-space, and say ‘Behold,
on, on.
e struggle nor impugn.
Only to lift turf unmown
For mio lean a upon,
t waff, was one
Only to loose these pilgrim shoon,
Gods Voiot Natures! Night and noon
Cool deadly touco tired feet.
(too early
ith hourly love, is dimmed away—
Down some deep well, and fall
itied arms and treasure lost,
evers lost, it first was won;
Creep in, poor , be fold,
t,
he reigns above, he reigns alone;
—A Voice reproves me thereupon,
t, w is done,
Behorns,
And every m h Good day
And h hope no longer here,
to its own,
I ask less kio be done, —
to give ao better creatures, —
Smiling—so I. thY DAYS GO ON.
I knod cry, —Undone, undone!
take from my h brown!
As one alone, o alone,
A my days go on, go on.
And, having life in love fone
ernally go on!
And listens for tures praise.
t show more clear.
the Day-spring he, whose days go on.
thee
ture, the snows be down,
Fair mists of serap and fall
Around him, geless amid all,
the sun,
he reigns below, he reigns alone,
A my days go on, go on.
My days go on, my days go on.
No bird am I, to sing in June,
O supreme Love, chief misery,
I s t none
I trust thee while my days go on.
the bird of June:
babble we of days and days?
Systems burn out and hrone;
From gracious Nature have I won
From off t has grown,
And fallen too low for special fear,
By days t painfully go on?
By skies as blue; and crickets might
o c
the sward would qui, overshone
No mortal grief deserves t .
And makes all night. O dreams begun,
I praise thee while my days go on.
Perhe cup was broken here,
Rose up for me h life begun,
My vat days go on, go on.
the rivers overleap
tongue wream, could run
I love thee while my days go on:
And cold before my summers done,
Sucy? may I run
No gleaning in t plains
Being and suffering (which are one),
As a child drops his pebble small
By anguishe sun,
ttle red ree
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