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I FAIN WOULD GO.
I FAIN WOULD GO.
AWAY from carking care,
From passion and despair,
From hopes that but delude,
And blasts that are too rude,—
From friendships that betray,
And joys that pass away,
And love that turns to hate
In hearts left desolate,
   I fain would go.

From weary days and nights,
And ghosts of lost delights,—
Fair phantoms of dead days,
That wander through old ways,—