To show, above, the unwasted stars that pass

Sing through our sighing, and the flocks and herds

O DREARY life, we cry九*九*藏*書, O dreary life !

In their old glory: O thou God of old,

Serenely live while we are keeping strife

Grows九九藏書 by, contented through the heat and cold.

But so much patience as a blade of grass

Meek leaves drop year]y from th九_九_藏_書e forest-trees

Unslackened the dry land, savannah-swards

Grant me some smaller grace than comes to these !--

Unweary sweep, hills watch unworn, and rife

Against which we may struggle ! Ocean girds

With Heavens true purpose in us, as a knife

And still the generations of the birds