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When days grow long, and brain and hands grow weary, / And hot the city street, / Forth to the haunts, by cooling winds made cheery / We fly with willing feet.
We leave our cares and labours all behind us, / The city's noise and din, / And, hid securely where they cannot find us, / We drink the sunshine in.
But when the days grow long with bitter sorrow, / And hearts grow sick with woe, / Where are the haunts that we may seek to-morrow? / Where can we hide or go?
Holds earth no nook, where hearts with sorrow breaking, / May find a summer's rest? / A season's respite from the weary aching / That gnaws within the breast?
O God! if we could fly and leave behind us / Our crosses and our grief, / Could hide a season where they could not find us, / What infinite relief.