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Better to smell the violet
Than sip the glowing wine;
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My wife contrived a fleecy thing
Her husband to infold,
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A child was born in sin and shame,
Wronged by his very birth,
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I have a puppet-jointed child,
She's but three half-years old;
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Thy world is made to fit thine own,
A nursery for thy children small,
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Her mother, Elfie older grown,
One evening, for adieu,
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Trust my father, saith the eldest-born;
I did trust him ere the earth began;
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My little boy, with smooth, fair cheeks,
And dreamy, large, brown eyes,
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To whom the heavy burden clings,
It yet may serve him like a staff;
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Heavily slumbered noonday bright
Upon the lone field, glory-dight,
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'Tis a poor drizzly morning, dark and sad.
The cloud has fallen, and filled with fold on fold
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Of whispering trees the tongues to hear,
And sermons of the silent stone;
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How shall he sing who hath no song?
He laugh who hath no mirth?
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The thousand streets of London gray
Repel all country sights;
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O Peter, wherefore didst thou doubt?
Indeed the spray flew fast about,
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When things are holding wonted pace
In wonted paths, without a trace
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I.
Who follows Jesus shall not walk
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