The Desolation of Eyam The Emigrant, a Tale of the American Woods: and other poems. By William and Mary Howitt |
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SONNET TO A. P. WITH A VOLUME OF POEMS.
Anne, while thy sojourn is upon the earth,But thy pure thoughts are in the world eterne,
Cares of the present time with visage stern
Can scarcely visit thee; but quiet mirth,
And that sweet music of the soul, whose birth
Is holy friendship's guerdon—these must learn
To find thee out, and thy calm life to turn
To tranquil joy, high thoughts, and higher worth.
We,—midst the bustle, and the shock of men—
Of hollow intercourse, and duties dull,
Which steal away the spirit by degrees,
In home's blest fairy-land yet turn again
At times, to brighter scenes, and thence we cull
Such dewy flowers, and blossomed boughs as these.
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