"If thou strayest ..."*

Dark are the clouds that hover o'er my head,Fiercely the angry, stormy winds rush by:The night draws on apace, night filled with dreadOf unknown ill from yon foreboding sky.The path is rough, my strength is almost gone,No comrade walks beside me up the hillside lone.

So different now, from scenes of early morn!Then, radiant skies, the voice of singing bird,The verdant vale, where lilies did adornThe whole fair plain, and only joy was heard.And love and peace walked with me, to impartPower and strength to this now fainting heart.

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