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like myself lone, wholly lone,

It sees the day's long sunshine glow;

And like myself it makes its moan

In unexhausted woe.

Give we the hills our equal prayer,

Earth's breezy hills and heaven's blue sea;

I ask for nothing further here

But my own heart and liberty.

Ah! could my hand unlock its chain,

How gladly would I with it soar;

And ne'er regret and ne'er complain

To see its shining eyes no more.

But let me think, that if to-day

It pines in cold captivity,

To-morrow both shall soar away,

Eternally, entirely free.

Methinks this heart should rest awhile,

So stilly round the evening falls;

The veiled sun shone no parting smile,

Nor mirth, nor music wakes my halls.

I have sat lonely all the day,

Watching the drizzly mist descend,

And first conceal the hills in grey,

And then along the valleys wend.