Aweary

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Title:     Aweary
Author: Marietta Holley [More Titles by Holley]

The clouds that vex the upper deep
Stay not the white sail of the moon;
And lips may moan, and hearts may weep,
The sad old earth goes rolling on.

O'er smiling vale, and sighing lake,
One shadow cold is overthrown;
And souls may faint, and hearts may break,
The sad old earth goes rolling on.

[The end]
Marietta Holley's poem: Aweary

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