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SONNET IV.
A down the melancholy stream of life
Who joys the vessel of his Years to guide?
Nor fears the roarings of th' incertain tide,
The inclement Winter, or the Ocean's strife?
Who joys the vessel of his Years to guide?
Nor fears the roarings of th' incertain tide,
The inclement Winter, or the Ocean's strife?
And who, regardful of his certain end,
Can bear the incessant struggles of his Youth;
Force thro enticement to an age of truth;
And welcome Death as freely as his friend?
Can bear the incessant struggles of his Youth;
Force thro enticement to an age of truth;
And welcome Death as freely as his friend?
Who, that when Poverty's torpedo hand
Has chill'd even Charity's soft-answering soul;
When green-eyed Malice hunts him thro the land,
Can smile serene, superior to the whole?
He, who the paths of Rectitude has trod—
His friends—his life, his conscience, and his God.
Has chill'd even Charity's soft-answering soul;
When green-eyed Malice hunts him thro the land,
Can smile serene, superior to the whole?
He, who the paths of Rectitude has trod—
His friends—his life, his conscience, and his God.
ELLA.
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