'till memories crowd.
grief will cry aloud.
there is no bright side.
even my spirit sleeps in my open hands.
and millions earthly joy remains.
producing to the mind in every shape and kind.
Produce the mind.
she is my witness.
or leave as things are.
hope to blind and brief.
again no more to me.
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