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How blest is he who crowns in shades like these
A youth of labour with an age of ease!

The Deserted Village
A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Do we indeed desire the dead
Should still be near us at our side ?
Is there no baseness we would hide ?
No inner vileness that we dread ?

How many a father have I seen
A sober man, among his boys
Whose youth was full of foolish noise.
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