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THREE SUNSETS So all his manhood's strength and pride One sickly dream had swept aside.

Yea, brother, and we passed him there,
 * But yesterday, in merry mood,

And marveled at the lordly air
 * That shamed his beggar's attitude,

Nor heeded that ourselves might be Wretches as desperate as he;

Who let the thought of bliss denied
 * Make havoc of our life and powers,

And pine, in solitary pride,
 * For peace that never shall be ours,

Because we will not work and wait In trustful patience for our fate.

And so it chanced once more that she
 * Came by the old familiar spot:

The face he would have died to see
 * Bent o'er him, and he knew it not;

Too rapt in selfish grief to hear, Even when happiness was near.

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