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To live in vain! to live in pain

by Ebenezer Jones

−0.3591 − 0.4232i

Drawing the boundary…

If She But Knew

by Arthur O'Shaughnessy

−0.3767 − 0.4331i

Drawing the boundary…

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To live in vain! to live in pain

by Ebenezer Jones

To live in vain! to live in pain!
To toil in hopeless sadness!
Is this the doom of godlike man,
Oh, God of Love and Gladness?
Not so the rose in summer blows,
Not so the moon her changes knows,
Not so the storm his madness.

From storms that rock the oak to sleep,
Thy woods their beauty borrow;
And flowers, to-day, unheeded weep,
Whose seeds will live to-morrow:
So man, by painful ages taught,
Will build, at last, on truthful thought,
And wisdom, won from sorrow.

Else, what a lie were written wide,
By thy right hand, my Father,
O'er all thy seas, in crimson dyed
When Morning is a bather;
O'er all thy vales of growing gold;
Or where, on mountains black with cold,
Thy clouds to battle gather.

If She But Knew

by Arthur O'Shaughnessy

If she but knew that I am weeping 
Still for her sake,
That love and sorrow grow with keeping 
Till they must break
My heart that breaking will adore her, 
Be hers and die; 
If she might hear me once implore her,
Would she not sigh?

If she but knew that it would save me 
Her voice to hear,
Saying she pitied me, forgave me, 
Must she forbear?
If she were told that I was dying, 
Would she be dumb?
Could she content herself with sighing? 
Would she not come?

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