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Show Matter of Dreamt. j ("Heboid! this dreamer romcth.") They stripped mo baro nnd left me by tho way To pliio forsaken In n lonoly land; They gnvo mo 10 night frosts nnd burn-Ins burn-Ins day, I To griefs nono understand. ' They took my silver from me nnd my gold, The changing splendors of my rich array; ar-ray; Night's silver roln of rtow teenped their bold. And tho lino gold of day. On tho world's highway In vain pomp they trend; Uy pattw unknown I stray uml hidden truama, They took all 0I30 and left mo thero for dead: They could not like my dreams. Still, mornlnc comes with marvel an of old; Still In noft roso debomds tho eventide. Still In tho eimtlo of my hinrt, irrouii bold. Tho aweet, swift thoughts nbldo. Pass bj, pass by, O clamorous folk and wild; To thla Inst fortrtaa of the soul I cllmr, SUn raws mo winter weathei from a child, Hut Uod has Klien nin spilnu. 1 Itobln Klowur nt Bpitutor ' |