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Wednesday, February 02, 2005
from Oh Bid Me Not to Wander
Susanna Blamire
Oh urge me not to wander,
And quitmy pleasant native shore;
Oh let me still meander
On those sweet banks I loved before!
The heart when filled with sorrow
Can find no joy in change of scene,
Nor can that cheat, tomorrow,
Be aught but what today has been.
posted by gbarto at 1:18 AM
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