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16341	Bryant, William Cullen	Poems by William Cullen Bryant			.txt	text/plain	51318	4329	95	How happy, in thy lap, the sons of men shall dwell. That stirs the stream in play, shall come to thee, but thou shalt come again--thy light Oft, too, dost thou reform thy victim, long Dost thou show forth Heaven's justice, when thy shafts To which thou gavest thy laborious days, Ay, thou art for the grave; thy glances shine Yet, mighty God, yet shall thy frown look forth The blast shall rend thy skirts, or thou mayst frown Thou hast thy frowns--with thee on high The south wind breathed to waft thee on thy way, Shall put new strength into thy heart and hand, Thou, while thy prison walls were dark around, Gaze on them, till the tears shall dim thy sight, Shall lull thee till the morning sun looks in upon thy sleep." Await thee there; for thou hast bowed thy will Shall see thee blotted from thy place.	./cache/16341.txt	./txt/16341.txt