  OH April grass, so truly My wish for spring divining, Oh April sun, so gaily In at my window shining, What cheer can ye impart Unto a faded heart? Oh thoughts of Summer days Born of the violet’s blue. Oh wooing western wind, That maketh all things new— What cheer can ye impart Unto a faded heart? Oh mountains brown and sere, Mantled in morning light, Oh golden sunset sea Wrecked on the shores of night, What cheer can ye impart Unto a faded heart? Oh longings evermore For some ungiven good, Oh yearnings to make clear The dimly understood, What cheer can ye impart Unto a faded heart? Cover thy weary eyes With hands too weak for prayer, Think on the happy past, From other thoughts forbear Which can no cheer impart Unto a hopeless heart. The Roses, April 20, 1853. |
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