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OR o;U!A fl. O.'IHAI IcpeK.'ian0. IBAXI AM LONESOME AN1) SAT)I am lonesome and sad,Fading lonely in sadness,Without favor of God,M ay days bring me no gladness.Ail that God gave to meAre these eyes, blight and gleaming,But they fade and grow dimWith the tears daily streaming.All I had now are gone,Father, sister and. brother;With no kin I grew up,Without love of my mother.And my love, where is ho?Who will bring me some gladness?All are gone . . . Here aloneI shall "wither in sadness.[1847] Honoré E v a c h50