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SONNET XII. TO WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED.
In youth and early manhood thou and IThro' this world's path walk'd blithely side by side,
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Both courting one coy mistress—Poesy.
Those days are over, and our paths now lie
Apart, dissever'd by a space as wide
As the blank realms which heaven and earth divide,
And widening day by day continually,
Each hath forsaken the sweet Muses' shrine
For cares more serious; thou for wordy strife,
And senatorial toils,—how unlike mine!
Who lead the country pastor's humble life,
Sweetening its cares with joys denied to thine,
Fair children and a loved and loving wife.
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