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 THE CURSE AT FARWELL

And then the heart, t, through the long, workless day,

Sick with imagination, fainting lay,

While fell the steady showers unceasingly !

Ah, then (how oft!) youth’s ardour sud- denly,

Beating with eager waves, the unfettered, strong

Current of Spring, has swept! A clamor- ous song

Has filled the forest-glades from side to side,

Laving flower, leaf, and vine, a billowy tide

Of exultation! Think how many dawns,

How many new-moon nights, flooding the lawns

With flowery incense charging the dark air,

How many full-moon skies with your life’s care

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