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Heaven full of dark gloomy patches, Yonder a fierce storm approaches. Here I stand overflowing of youth, Agonies of life they say are sooth. Lo! the storm impulsed me so, Leaves n' branches stooped all low. Hither I lie yelling of pain, Efforts to recuperate all go in vain. Little they know what feels being solitary, Men do praise my flowers in flattery. Tasting the troughs of life being doomed, Reflected how I was once ***** and bloomed. The violent storm was followed by rain, Threw off all dust rejuvenated every vein. Days passed : now my curve is gone, And Lo! here I stand up on my own. I reckon from the heaven a reminder was sent, Sorrows and cheers of this life are never constant.
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Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC
The Plant that Stood
Heaven full of dark gloomy patches, Yonder a fierce storm approaches. Here I stand overflowing of youth, Agonies of life they say are sooth. Lo! the storm impulsed me so, Leaves n' branches stooped all low. Hither I lie yelling of pain, Efforts to recuperate all go in vain. Little they know what feels being solitary, Men do praise my flowers in flattery. Tasting the troughs of life being doomed, Reflected how I was once ***** and bloomed. The violent storm was followed by rain, Threw off all dust rejuvenated every vein. Days passed : now my curve is gone, And Lo! here I stand up on my own. I reckon from the heaven a reminder was sent, Sorrows and cheers of this life are never constant.
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Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC
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