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And now --
As one who closes up the house and goes uncaring where / He may forget the scenes of home 'mid foreign climes and air, / I bar the chamber of my heart and seal the past within / To wander down the city's road amid the whirr and din.
The long years seem impassable, the morning has no smile, / With naught behind these barring doors and nothing else worth while, / Like some lone pilgrim without hope, I stumble on my way, / Who lifts no futile plea for sun, but asks for clouds less grey.