  IT whispers in the murmur Of the breezes passing by, Pulsates in the azure Of ev’ry flawless sky. And oh! when twilight gathers And its curtain gently falls, The-something-my-life-has-missed Calls and calls. Part of the Throng have found it, The light within their eyes Pleads of too great a radiance The truth to disguise. Their world is all they wish for, Nor know they to implore From off Destiny’s altar Happiness more. It whispers in the murmur Of the breezes passing by, Pulsates in the azure Of ev’ry flawless sky. Some day I, too, shall know it In all its ecstacy, The-something-my-life-has-missed Will come to me. |
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