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Time Morning Scene the Shore	A
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Once more to daily toil once more to wear	B
The weeds of infamy from every joy	C
The heart can feel excluded I arise	D
Worn out and faint with unremitting woe	E
And once again with wearied steps I trace	F
The hollow sounding shore The swelling waves	G
Gleam to the morning sun and dazzle o'er	H
With many a splendid hue the breezy strand	I
Oh there was once a time when ELINOR	H
Gazed on thy opening beam with joyous eye	J
Undimm'd by guilt and grief when her full soul	K
Felt thy mild radiance and the rising day	L
Waked but to pleasure on thy sea girt verge	M
Oft England have my evening steps stole on	N
Oft have mine eyes surveyed the blue expanse	O
And mark'd the wild wind swell the ruffled surge	M
And seen the upheaved billows bosomed rage	P
Rush on the rock and then my timid soul	K
Shrunk at the perils of the boundless deep	Q
And heaved a sigh for suffering mariners	R
Ah little deeming I myself was doom'd	S
To tempt the perils of the boundless deep	Q
An Outcast unbeloved and unbewail'd	S
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Why stern Remembrance must thine iron hand	S
Harrow my soul why calls thy cruel power	H
The fields of England to my exil'd eyes	D
The joys which once were mine even now I see	T
The lowly lovely dwelling even now	U
Behold the woodbine clasping its white walls	V
And hear the fearless red breasts chirp around	S
To ask their morning meal for I was wont	S
With friendly band to give their morning meal	W
Was wont to love their song when lingering morn	X
Streak'd o'er the chilly landskip the dim light	S
And thro' the open'd lattice hung my head	S
To view the snow drop's bud and thence at eve	Y
When mildly fading sunk the summer sun	Z
Oft have I loved to mark the rook's slow course	A2
And hear his hollow croak what time he sought	S
The church yard elm whose wide embowering boughs	B2
Full foliaged half conceal'd the house of God	S
There my dead father often have I heard	S
Thy hallowed voice explain the wonderous works	C2
Of Heaven to sinful man Ah little deem'd	S
Thy virtuous bosom that thy shameless child	S
So soon should spurn the lesson sink the slave	D2
Of Vice and Infamy the hireling prey	L
Of brutal appetite at length worn out	S
With famine and the avenging scourge of guilt	S
Should dare dishonesty yet dread to die	S
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Welcome ye savage lands ye barbarous climes	E2
Where angry England sends her outcast sons	F2
I hail your joyless shores my weary bark	G2
Long tempest tost on Life's inclement sea	T
Here hails her haven welcomes the drear scene	H2
The marshy plain the briar entangled wood	S
And all the perils of a world unknown	I2
For Elinor has nothing new to fear	J2
From fickle Fortune all her rankling shafts	K2
Barb'd with disgrace and venom'd with disease	L2
Have pierced my bosom and the dart of death	M2
Has lost its terrors to a wretch like me	T
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Welcome ye marshy heaths ye pathless woods	N2
Where the rude native rests his wearied frame	O2
Beneath the sheltering shade where when the storm	P2
As rough and bleak it rolls along the sky	S
Benumbs his naked limbs he flies to seek	Q2
The dripping shelter Welcome ye wild plains	R2
Unbroken by the plough undelv'd by hand	S
Of patient rustic where for lowing herds	S2
And for the music of the bleating flocks	T2
Alone is heard the kangaroo's sad note	S
Deepening in distance Welcome ye rude climes	E2
The realm of Nature for as yet unknown	I2
The crimes and comforts of luxurious life	U2
Nature benignly gives to all enough	V2
Denies to all a superfluity	S
What tho' the garb of infamy I wear	B
Tho' day by day along the echoing beach	W2
I cull the wave worn shells yet day by day	S
I earn in honesty my frugal food	S
And lay me down at night to calm repose	X2
No more condemn'd the mercenary tool	Y2
Of brutal lust while heaves the indignant heart	S
With Virtue's stiffled sigh to fold my arms	Z2
Round the rank felon and for daily bread	S
To hug contagion to my poison'd breast	S
On these wild shores Repentance' saviour hand	S
Shall probe my secret soul shall cleanse its wounds	A3
And fit the faithful penitent for Heaven	Z
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Footnote The female convicts are frequently employed in collecting	B3
shells for the purpose of making lime	C3

Robert Southey

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