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Barefoot in the woods of world
All marred by callous hands of time
This life devoured the heart itself
That heaved and moaned in land of time
On thorns of life on ways all curled
Composed a lonesome forlorn rhyme
Such wounds that no balm ever heal
And green than Greenland were they all
A silence as their lips has sealed
In them and world was unseen wall
The woods were deep and brimmed with love
With thousands larks and cuckoos songs
But O that in heart dreams and Dove
Were withering with the pain for long
O may that they sing songs of glee
O may they roam in mirthful hills
O may Thy watery falls can see
The scars of wheels of watermills
O may that for once YOU can see
The Pains that ate the hearts of all
The piercing thorns that soul can see
On which the fainted heart there fall
All gloom , unrest, all unhealed wounds
May sooth them winds of far off wood
The woods that not on land of sound
In heart of hills and lands they should
That woods wherest we sleep in Glee
Far and far off from hands of time
In shady haunts where soul will flee
And in vain will sing bands of Time
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Chant Royal
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Barefoot in the woods of world
All marred by callous hands of time
This life devoured the heart itself
That heaved and moaned in land of time
On thorns of life on ways all curled
Composed a lonesome forlorn rhyme
Such wounds that no balm ever heal
And green than Greenland were they all
A silence as their lips has sealed
In them and world was unseen wall
The woods were deep and brimmed with love
With thousands larks and cuckoos songs
But O that in heart dreams and Dove
Were withering with the pain for long
O may that they sing songs of glee !
O may they roam in mirthful hills!
O may Thy watery falls can see!
The scars of wheels of watermills !
O may that for once YOU can see!
The Pains that ate the hearts of all
The piercing thorns that soul can see
On which the fainted heart there fall
All gloom , unrest, all unhealed wounds
May sooth them winds of far off wood
The woods that not on land of sound
In heart of hills and lands they should
That woods wherest we sleep in Glee
Far and far off from hands of time
In shady haunts where soul will flee
And in vain will sing bands of Time
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