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Poem	OVER vale and torrent far Rolls along the sun's bright car. Ah! he wakens in his course Mine, as thy deep-seated smart In the heart. Ev'ry morning with new force. Scarce avails night aught to me; E'en the visions that I see Come but in a mournful guise; And I feel this silent smart In my heart With creative pow'r arise. During many a beauteous year I have seen ships 'neath me steer, As they seek the shelt'ring bay; But, alas, each lasting smart In my heart Floats not with the stream away. I must wear a gala dress, Long stored up within my press, For to-day to feasts is given; None know with what bitter smart Is my heart Fearfully and madly riven. Secretly I weep each tear, Yet can cheerful e'en appear, With a face of healthy red; For if deadly were this silent smart In my heart, Ah, I then had long been dead!
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