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Nor reach his dying hand — nor dead
But he, the favourite and the flower,
He, too, was struck, and day by day
And mine was thankful till my eyes
But then by dull degrees came back
But through the crevice where it came
A lovely bird with azure wings,
And song that said a thousand things,
And seem'd to say them all for me!
I never saw its like before,
A single cloud on a sunny day,
When skies are blue, and earth is gay.
A kind of change came in my fate,
And tread it over every part;
My brothers' graves without a sod;
My step profaned their lowly bed,
My breath came gaspingly and thick,
And my crush'd heart fell blind and sick.
I made a footing in the wall,
It was not therefrom to escape,