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DARKENED HOURS.
With folded arms and drooping head
I stand, my heart's blest goal unwon,
My soul's high purpose unattained;
But life, but life goes hurrying on!
With folded arms and drooping head
I stand, my heart's blest goal unwon,
My soul's high purpose unattained;
But life, but life goes hurrying on!
I pause and linger by the way,
With fainting heart and slumbering powers,
And still the grand, immortal height
Which I would climb before me towers.
With fainting heart and slumbering powers,
And still the grand, immortal height
Which I would climb before me towers.
And still, far up its rugged steep,
The poet-laurel mocks mine eyes;
While sweetly on its summit wave
The fadeless flowers of Paradise.
The poet-laurel mocks mine eyes;
While sweetly on its summit wave
The fadeless flowers of Paradise.
