When Shall I Tread Your Garden Path

When shall I tread your garden path
Or climb your sheltering hill?
When shall I wander, free as air,
And track the foaming rill?

A prisoner on my pillowed couch,
Five years in feebleness I've lain—
Oh shall I e'er with vigorous step
Travel the hills again?
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