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Mighty it roll'd on the winds afar, Shaking the streets like a conqueror's car; Thro' torches and streamers its flood swept by— How could I listen for moan or sigh?

Turn then away from life's pageants, turn, If its deep story ihy heart would learn! Ever too bright is that outward show, Dazzling the eyes till they see not wo. But lift the proud mantle which hides from thy view The things thou shouldst gaze on, the sad and true; Nor fear to survey what its folds conceal— So must thy spirit be taught to feel!