defeated.
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IV.
But harvestless my barren land,
My hazel boughs are bare and sere;
No hand clasps yearningly my hand,
My empty life is chill and drear.
My hazel boughs are bare and sere;
No hand clasps yearningly my hand,
My empty life is chill and drear.
nil.
O my lost youth! could I reclaim
One fragment of its wasted powers,
Redeem the loss, rekindle flame
From ashes spent, from faded flowers,
One fragment of its wasted powers,
Redeem the loss, rekindle flame
From ashes spent, from faded flowers,
VI.
I would yet struggle, toil, and strive,
And raise my soaring hopes on high;
And if I failed to nobly live,
Thou, thou shouldst watch me bravely die.
And raise my soaring hopes on high;
And if I failed to nobly live,
Thou, thou shouldst watch me bravely die.
VII.
But all is vain; and vainer still
To seek to stay life's parting breath.
O heart, submit! surrender, will!
Who can resist the embrace of death?
To seek to stay life's parting breath.
O heart, submit! surrender, will!
Who can resist the embrace of death?
