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My heart was heavy, for its trust had been Abused, its kindness answered with foul wrong;
So, turning gloomily from my fellow-men,
One summer Sabbath day I strolled among The green mounds of the village burial-place;
Where, ponderin...

Now bury with the dead years conflicts dead And with fresh days let all begin anew
Why longer amid shrivelled leaf—drifts tread,
When buds are swelling, flower—sheaths peeping through
Seen through the vista of the vanished years,