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c brows!

henceforth i&039;ll rove where by ploughs

are whistl&039; thrang,

an&039; teach the nely heights an&039; howes

y rtic sang

i&039;ll wander on, wi&039; tentless heed

how never-haltg onts speed,

till fate shall snap the brittle thread;

then, all unknown,

i&039;ll y with th&039; glorio dead

fot and gone!

but why o&039; death beg a tale?

jt now we&039;re livg und and hale;

then and a crowd the sail,

heave care o&039;er-side!

and r, before enjoynt&039;s gale,

let&039;s tak the tide

this life, sae far&039;s i understand,

is a&039; enchanted fairy-nd,

where pleasure is the agic-wand,

that, wielded right,

aks hours like utes, hand hand,

dance by fu&039; light

the agic-wand then let wield;

for ance that five-an&039;-forty&039;s speel&039;d,

see, crazy, weary, joyless eild,

wi&039; wrkl&039;d face,

es host, hirpl owre the field,

we&039; creep pace

when ance life&039;s day draws near the gloa,

then fareweel vacant, careless roa;

an&039; fareweel cheerfu&039; tankards foa,

an&039; cial noise:

an&039; fareweel dear, dedg woan,

the joy of joys!

o life! how pleasant, thy orng,

young fancy&039;s rays the hills adorng!

ld-pag caution&039;s lesn srng,

we frisk away,

like school-boys, at th&039; expected warng,

to joy an&039; py

we wander there, we wander here,

we eye the rose upon the brier,

undful that the thorn is near,

aong the leaves;

and tho&039; the puny wound appear,

short while it grieves

, cky, fd a flow&039;ry spot,

for which they never toil&039;d nor swat;

they drk the sweet and eat the fat,

but care or pa;

and haply eye the barren hut

with high disda

with steady ai, fortune chase;

keen