In a Railway Carriage.
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And every wheel revolving
Crushes my peace of mind,
And every league we traverse
Leaves happiness behind.
Crushes my peace of mind,
And every league we traverse
Leaves happiness behind.
No goal can compensate me,
While, like a fatal knell,
Those iron voices harshly cry—
Farewell! farewell! farewell!
While, like a fatal knell,
Those iron voices harshly cry—
Farewell! farewell! farewell!
Paths of Peace.
I know the ways are just as sweet
With quaker-grass and clover,
I know the turf beneath my feet
Is velvet, daisied over.
The She-oaks murmur overhead,
The sweet bush scents assail me,
But something in my heart is dead,
And hope and courage fail me.
With quaker-grass and clover,
I know the turf beneath my feet
Is velvet, daisied over.
The She-oaks murmur overhead,
The sweet bush scents assail me,
But something in my heart is dead,
And hope and courage fail me.
