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Sonnets, Lyrics and Translations

By the Rev. Charles Turner [i.e. Charles Tennyson]
 

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GOUT AND WINGS.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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43

GOUT AND WINGS.

The pigeons flutter'd fieldward, one and all,
I saw the swallows wheel, and soar, and dive;
The little bees hung pois'd before the hive,
Even Partlet hois'd herself across the wall:
I felt my earth-bound lot in every limb,
And, in my envious mood, I half-rebell'd;
When lo! an insect cross'd the page I held,
A little helpless minim, slight and slim;
Ah! sure, there was no room for envy there,
But gracious aid and condescending care;
Alas! my pride and pity were mispent,
The atom knew his strength, and rose in air!
My gout came tingling back, as off he went,
A wing was open'd at me everywhere!