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THE DREAMER.

HE stood beside a sluggish stream,

He heard its drowsy song,

And wished his life could ever flow

As peacefully along.

He stood beside a mighty rock

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That looked upon the plain,

And wished that he could tower as high

As it above the main.

He stood beside a new-made grave,

He watched a woman weep,

And wished that life were one long day,

But death an endless sleep.

He stood within a temple's porch,

He watched the people pray,

And wished he were a god to rule

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