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Ay — There It Is!
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To A.S., 1830
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Weaned from life and torn away
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It is not pride, it is not shame
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But the hearts that once adored me
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I've been wandering in the greenwoods
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Deep, deep down in the silent grave
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Heaven's glory shone where he was laid
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Was it with the fields of green
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I gazed within thine earnest eyes
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