Poems, 2. köideTicknor, Reed, and Fields, 1853 |
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... For me , the genial day , the happy crowd , The sport half - science , fill me with a faith . This fine old world of ours is but a child Yet in the go - cart . Patience ! Give it time To learn its limbs : there is a hand that guides ...
... For me , the genial day , the happy crowd , The sport half - science , fill me with a faith . This fine old world of ours is but a child Yet in the go - cart . Patience ! Give it time To learn its limbs : there is a hand that guides ...
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