Sympathy
There should be no despair for
While nightly stars are burning;
While evening pours its silent dew,
And sunshine gilds the morning
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There should be no despair for
While nightly stars are burning;
While evening pours its silent dew,
And sunshine gilds the morning
Therefore I dare reveal my private woe,
The secret blots of my imperfect heart,
Nor strive to shrink or swell mine own desert,
Nor beautify nor hide
I know what the caged bird feels, alas
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
Perched on the branch of a
Was a nightingale sad and lonely"The night has drawn near",
He was thinking"I passed the day in flying around and
How can I reach up to the