I strolled last eve across the lonely down;

          One solitary picture struck my eye:

          A distant ploughboy stood against the sky—

How far he seemed above the noisy town!


Upon the bosom of a cloud the sod
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        On the swift flying hours

            Another bright day,

        With its tears and its smiles,

            Has vanished away.

        Thou who dost number

            Our days as they flee,
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I never lost as much but twice,

And that was in the sod ;

Twice have I stood a beggar

Before the door of God !


Angels, twice descending,
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Poet:

I TASTE a liquor never brewed,

From tankards scooped in pearl;

Not all the vats upon the Rhine
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When the low heavy sky weighs like a lid
Upon the spirit aching for the light

And all the wide horizon’s line is hid
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