James Russell Lowell (Джеймс Расселл Лоуэлл)

Disappointment

I pray thee call not this society;
I asked for bread, thou givest me a stone;
I am an hungered, and I find not one
To give me meat, to joy or grieve with me;
I find not here what I went out to see--
Souls of true men, of women who can move
The deeper, better part of us to love,
Souls that can hold with mine communion free.
Alas! must then these hopes, these longings high,
This yearning of the soul for brotherhood,
And all that makes us pure, and wise, and good,
Come broken-hearted, home again to die?
No, Hope is left, and prays with bended head,
"Give us this day, O God, our daily bread!"

1. Verse Cannot Say How Beautiful Thou Art
2. Hakon's Lay
3. A Love-Dream
4. Song (Lift up the curtains of thine eyes)
5. So May It Be, But Let It Not Be So

Laura Temple (Лаура Темпл) Disappointment ("Where wanders the beautiful Maid of my soul?")

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