Poems (Elgee, 1907)/Misery is mystery

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MISERY IS MYSTERY.
I.MISERY his heart hath broken— Misery is mystery!Let the sad one lonely be;As the Ancients shunned the token Of a lightning-blasted tree.
II.Breathe no word, his doom is spoken— Misery is mistery!By its scathing lightning fated,Human hearts are consecrated, For a higher destiny.
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