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The Golden Treasury

of the best songs and lyrical poems in the English Language
Palgrave, Francis Turner (1824-1897)

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[FIRST SERIES]
  
[dedication]
  
[epigraph]
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Book Third
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SECOND SERIES

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CCLVI
LONDON, 1802

O Friend! I know not which way I must look
For comfort, being, as I am, opprest
To think that now our life is only drest
For show; mean handy-work of craftsman, cook,
Or groom!—We must run glittering like a brook
In the open sunshine, or we are unblest;
The wealthiest man among us is the best:
No grandeur now in nature or in book
Delights us. Rapine, avarice, expense,
This is idolatry; and these we adore:
Plain living and high thinking are no more:
The homely beauty of the good old cause
Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence,
And pure religion breathing household laws.
W. Wordsworth
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