We shall traverse many a far off land
in days yet to pass;
Many a distant hill and valley yonder.
Our eyes will see those things that have for ages passed
just beneath the eyes of men,
Yet which wait to joyful wake
our wistful wondrous souls.
Rejoice! For a mere glimpse
has lit our souls, aflame. O' imagine
what a prolonged and steady stare will silent wake.
My honest heart this day laments-
For every moment I have afor
this Springtime looked away.
But behold! Each new and Dayspring dawning,
brings upon its scarlet skies a hidden beauty,
nameless,
to our gaze pull.
O', I weep; as the sad world weeps.
Yet I too rejoice!
For in counting every doleful day I listless walked,
through summer streams and pastel painted skies,
unawares,
Ten thousand moment's such
await my wondering eyes!
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