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    Before I see another day,

    O my body die away!

    In sleep I hern gleams;

    tars they were among my dreams;

    In sleep did I behe skies,

    I sahe crackling ?ashes drive;

    And yet they are upon my eyes,

    And yet I am alive.

    Before I see another day,

    O my body die away!

    My ?re is dead: it knew no pain;

    Yet is it dead, and I remain.

    All stiff he ashes lie;

    And they are dead, and I will die.

    o live,

    For cloth, for food, and ?re;

    But to me no joy can give,

    No pleasure now, and no desire.

    tented will I lie;

    Alone I cannot fear to die.

    Alas! you might have dragged me on

    Another day, a single one!

    too soon despair oer me prevailed;

    too soon my less spirit failed;

    ronger,

    And Oh how grievously I rue,

    t, aftertle longer,

    My friends, I did not follow you!

    For strong and  pain I lay,

    My friends, when you were gone away.

    My co another,

    A her.

    ook,

    On me rangely did he look!

    thing ran,

    A most strange something did I see;

    --As if rove to be a man,

    t  pull the sledge for me.

    And tretched his arms, how wild!

    Otle child.

    My little joy! my little pride!

    In t have died.

    t weep and grieve for me;

    I feel I must hee.

    O oer my  ?ying,

    their course did bend,

    I s feel the pain of dying,

    Could I hee a message send.

    too soon, my friends, you  away;

    For I o say.

    Ill follohe snow,

    You travel heavily and slow:

    In spite of all my weary pain,

    Ill look upon your tents again.

    My ?re is dead, and snowy we

    ter ood;

    to me to-night,

    And olen away my food.

    For ever left alone am I,

    to die?

    My journey will be sly run,

    I s see another sun,

    I cannot lift my limbs to know

    If they have any life or no.

    My poor forsaken child! if I

    For once could o me,

    it I then would die,

    And my last ts would happy be,

    I feel my body die away,

    I s see another day.