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HERE was never a day so sad and long But it wore at length to evensong; There was never a life so full of grief, But death came at last to its relief.

There was never a soul so wholly sad, But it found some moment to be glad; There was never a heart so full of care, But it had one hope to cheat despair.

There was never a winter, dark and drear, But it changed to Spring in the early year; There was never a Summer,—well-a-day! But it sloped through Autumn to decay.