human
Where is OUR leisure?--give us rest. Where is the quiet we possessed? We must have had it once--were blest With peace whose phantoms yet entice. Sorely the mother of mankind Longed for the garden left behind; For we prove yet some yearnings blind Inherited from Paradise.
gpt
Hold, heart! I cried;
human
gpt
Afraid! she saith;
human
What good? I sigh.
gpt
Was reason meant To straighten branches that are bent, Or soothe an ancient discontent, The instinct of a race dethroned? Ah! doubly should that instinct go Must the four rivers cease to flow, Nor yield those rumors sweet and low Wherewith man's life is undertoned.