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  Bush and vale thou fill'st again

    With thy misty ray,

  And my spirit's heavy chain

    Casteth far away.

  Thou dost o'er my fields extend

    Thy sweet soothing eye,

  Watching like a gentle friend,

    O'er my destiny.

  Vanish'd days of bliss and woe

    Haunt me with their tone,

  Joy and grief in turns I know,

    As I stray alone.

  Stream beloved, flow on! Flow on!

    Ne'er can I be gay!

  Thus have sport and kisses gone,

    Truth thus pass'd away.

  Once I seem'd the lord to be

    Of that prize so fair!

  Now, to our deep sorrow, we

    Can forget it ne'er.

  Murmur, stream, the vale along,

    Never cease thy sighs;

  Murmur, whisper to my song

    Answering melodies!

  When thou in the winter's night

    Overflow'st in wrath,

  Or in spring-time sparklest bright,

    As the buds shoot forth.

  He who from the world retires,

    Void of hate, is blest;

  Who a friend's true love inspires,

    Leaning on his breast!

  That which heedless man ne'er knew,

    Or ne'er thought aright,

  Roams the bosom's labyrinth through,

    Boldly into night.