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ON NEARING THE SECOND CATARACT. |
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ON NEARING THE SECOND CATARACT.
When I was young—ah, distant when—And just began to hold my pen,
My head obeyed my tardy hand,
Submissive to its least command;
But now that I have older grown,
And more of other authors known,
I understand how Milton wrote
With younger fingers than his own
The Fall of Man—the tragic note
That struggled through Samson's rugged lines,
Blind, like himself, among the Philistines.
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