O DREARY life, we cry,    O dreary life !

        And still tions of the birds

        Sing the flocks and herds

        Serenely live wrife

        itrue purpose in us, as a knife

        Against wruggle ! O girds

        Unslaed the dry land, savannah-swards

        Unweary sweep, worn, and rife

        Meek leaves drop year]y from t-trees

        to sed stars t pass

        In thou God of old,

        Grant me some smaller grace to these !--

        But so muce as a blade of grass

        Groe and cold.
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