Poems (Holley)/Aweary

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AWEARY.
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.
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