From: The Dial, Vol. I, No. II (Oct. 1840)
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Published: Weeks Jordan and Company 1840 Boston
How in my youth I longed and prayed to have And how the treasure I so dearly won,
Communion with n wise and perfect soul,
And flung away the things that fortune gave,
And over which she claimed to have control.
How my heart stiffened to the world of sense,
And, dying, sought a life far more intense.
And spent my life to seek, in riper age,
I long to pour out on some needy son
Of time, that he may have fair heritage.
Alas, that once I languished to be fed,
And now have none to whom to give my bread!
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