| THE HAPPY WANDERER |
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| Singing upon the way, with eyes awake |
| To every scene, with ears alert to take |
| The sweetness of all sounds; who loves and knows |
| The secrets of the highway, and the rose |
| Holds fairer for the wounds that briars make; |
| Who welcomes rain, tht he his thirst may slake,-- |
| The sun, because it dries his dripping clothes; |
| Treasures experience beyond all store, |
| Careless if pain or pleasure he shall win, |
| So that his knowledge widens more and more |
| Ready each hour to worship or to sin; |
| Until tired, wise, content, he halts before |
| The sign o' the Grave, a cool and quiet inn. |
| TRAVELLERS |
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| Well, the road is a long one we trudge, my friend, |
| So why should we grieve at the break of the day? |
| Let us sing, let us drink, let us love, let us play,-- |
| We can keep our sights for the journey's end. |
| Well, since we are nearing our journey's end, |
| Our hearts should be happy while yet they may: |
| Let us sing, let us drink, let us love, let us play, |
| For perhaps it's a comfortless inn, my friend. |
| IT MAY BE |
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| Why we, begetting hopes, give birth to fears, |
| And why the world's too beautiful for laughter, |
| Too gross for tears. |
1837-1895
Selections Illustrating the Editor's Critical Review of British Poetry in the Reign of Victoria
Edited by Edmund Clarence Stedman
Houghton, Mifflin and Company
Boston and New York
© 1895
Fourteenth Impression
Rutgers University Libraries
PR1223.S7 c.1
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