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66
Reparabo.
The world will rob me of my friends,
For time with her conspires;
But they shall both to make amends
Relight my slumbering fires.
For time with her conspires;
But they shall both to make amends
Relight my slumbering fires.
For while my comrades pass away
To bow and smirk and gloze,
Come others, for as short a stay;
And dear are these as those.
To bow and smirk and gloze,
Come others, for as short a stay;
And dear are these as those.
And who was this? they ask; and then
The loved and lost I praise:
“Like you they frolicked; they are men:
“Bless ye my later days.”
The loved and lost I praise:
“Like you they frolicked; they are men:
“Bless ye my later days.”
67
Why fret? the hawks I trained are flown:
'Twas nature bade them range;
I could not keep their wings half-grown,
I could not bar the change.
'Twas nature bade them range;
I could not keep their wings half-grown,
I could not bar the change.
With lattice opened wide I stand
To watch their eager flight;
With broken jesses in my hand
I muse on their delight.
To watch their eager flight;
With broken jesses in my hand
I muse on their delight.
And, oh! if one with sullied plume
Should droop in mid career,
My love makes signals:—“There is room,
Oh, bleeding wanderer, here.”
Should droop in mid career,
My love makes signals:—“There is room,
Oh, bleeding wanderer, here.”
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