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/ Are the dear days ever coming again, / As sweetly they came of yore, / Singing the olden and dainty refrain, / Oh, ever and nevermore?
/ Ever to gladness and never to tears, / Ever the gross world above; / Never to toiling and never to fears, / Ever to Truth and to Love?
/ Can the forever of happiness be / Outside this ever of pain? / Will the hereafter from suffering free / The weary of body and brain?
/ Weary of sobbing, like some tired child / Over the tears it has shed; / Weary of sowing the wayside and wild, / Watching the husbandman fled;
/ Nevermore reaping the harvest we deem, / Evermore gathering in woe -- / Say, are the sheaves and the gladness a dream, / Or to the patient who sow?
Lynn, Mass., _September 3, 1871_.