The Hill-Top
Look down upon thy grief.’—O heart of mine,
That path alone climbed here!
‘Look down upon thy fear.’—O heart of mine,
That cloud-shadow, my fear!
‘Look down on thy desire.’—And could it shine,
That sorry fallen ember?
‘Ah, in the valley yonder, child of mine,
Wilt thou remember?’
That path alone climbed here!
‘Look down upon thy fear.’—O heart of mine,
That cloud-shadow, my fear!
‘Look down on thy desire.’—And could it shine,
That sorry fallen ember?
‘Ah, in the valley yonder, child of mine,
Wilt thou remember?’
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