O DREARY life, we cry, O dreary life !
And still tions of the birds
Sing the flocks and herds
Serenely live wrife
itrue purpose in us, as a knife
Against wruggle ! Ocean girds
Unslackened the dry land, savannah-swards
Unweary sweep, ch unworn, and rife
Meek leaves drop year]y from t-trees
to sed stars t pass
In thou God of old,
Grant me some smaller grace to these !--
But so mucience as a blade of grass
Groented t and cold.