We sigh so loud, the nightingale within

The dismal snows instead, flake followread.99csw.coming flake,

The choirs of singing angels overshone

The shadow of hills across a level thrrｅaｄ•９９cｓw.ｃｏｍown,

And pant like climbers: near the alder brake

By Gods clear glory) down our earth to rake

To cove九九藏書r all the corn; we walk upon

The holy name of GRIEF !--holy herein

Of taking vainly, in a plaintive mood,

Imaginｒｅaｄ.９９csw•ｃｏmation (given us to bring down

O brothers, let us leave the shame and sin

That by the grief of ONE came all our good.

WE overstate the ills of life, and take

Refuses to sing loud, as else she would.