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Is not thy home among the flowers?

William C. Bryant

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Tender pauses speak The overflow of gladness, When words are all too weak.
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I grieve for life's bright promise, just shown and then withdrawn.
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The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favourite phantom yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come, And make their bed with thee.
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A herd of prairie-wolves will enter a field of melons and quarrel about the division of the spoils as fiercely and noisily as so many politicians.
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