O DREARY life, we cry,  O dreary life !

    And still tions of the birds

    Sing the flocks and herds

    Serenely live wrife

    itrue purpose in us, as a knife

    Against wruggle ! Ocean girds

    Unslackened the dry land, savannah-swards

    Unweary sweep, ch unworn, and rife

    Meek leaves drop year]y from t-trees

    to sed stars t pass

    In thou God of old,

    Grant me some smaller grace to these !--

    But so mucience as a blade of grass

    Groented t and cold.