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14906	Runciman, Thomas	Songs, Sonnets & Miscellaneous Poems			.txt	text/plain	3747	431	96	And there's joy e'en in the sorrow widely brooding o'er the sea; Life with its Love ever haunted by Hate! Young Life's wild gladness still waylaid by Age! And day-dreams end in dreamless night at last. Lost in blank sleep to hope, regret, death, life.] Lost in blank sleep to hope, regret, death, life.] So, though my voice cease like a moan o' the wind, So, though my voice cease like a moan o' the wind, Cast on life a kindly eye, Cast on life a kindly eye, How good some years of life may be! Past years would shine, like some bright sea, Eased from Life's sorry day? Take thou no joy in any passing dream Till then, the low keen sound of Life's "Alas!" No white young day like hope smiles in yon east, _Joys are born of time and sorrow._ Once in a burning day's brightness like this,	./cache/14906.txt	./txt/14906.txt