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Ye distant spires ye antique towers	A
That crown the watery glade	B
Where grateful Science still adores	C
Her Henry's holy shade	B
And ye that from the stately brow	D
Of Windsor's heights th' expanse below	E
Of grove of lawn of mead survey	F
Whose turf whose shade whose flowers among	G
Wanders the hoary Thames along	H
His silver winding way	F
	-
Ah happy hills ah pleasing shade	B
Ah fields beloved in vain	I
Where once my careless childhood strayed	B
A stranger yet to pain	I
I feel the gales that from ye blow	E
A momentary bliss bestow	E
As waving fresh their gladsome wing	J
My weary soul they seem to soothe	K
And redolent of joy and youth	L
To breathe a second spring	J
	-
Say Father Thames for thou hast seen	M
Full many a sprightly race	N
Disporting on thy margent green	M
The paths of pleasure trace	N
Who foremost now delight to cleave	O
With pliant arm thy glassy wave	P
The captive linnet which enthral	Q
What idle progeny succeed	R
To chase the rolling circle's speed	R
Or urge the flying ball	Q
	-
While some on earnest business bent	S
Their murm'ring labours ply	T
'Gainst graver hours that bring constraint	U
To sweeten liberty	V
Some bold adventurers disdain	I
The limits of their little reign	I
And unknown regions dare descry	D
Still as they run they look behind	W
They hear a voice in every wind	W
And snatch a fearful joy	X
	-
Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed	Y
Less pleasing when possest	Y
The tear forgot as soon as shed	Y
The sunshine of the breast	Y
Theirs buxom health of rosy hue	Z
Wild wit invention ever new	Z
And lively cheer of vigour born	A2
The thoughtless day the easy night	Y
The spirits pure the slumbers light	Y
That fly th' approach of morn	A2
	-
Alas regardless of their doom	B2
The little victims play	F
No sense have they of ills to come	C2
Nor care beyond today	F
Yet see how all around 'em wait	Y
The Ministers of human fate	Y
And black Misfortune's baleful train	I
Ah show them where in ambush stand	Y
To seize their prey the murd'rous band	Y
Ah tell them they are men	D2
	-
These shall the fury Passions tear	D
The vultures of the mind	Y
Disdainful Anger pallid Fear	D
And Shame that skulks behind	Y
Or pining Love shall waste their youth	L
Or Jealousy with rankling tooth	L
That inly gnaws the secret heart	Y
And Envy wan and faded Care	D
Grim visaged comfortless Despair	D
And Sorrow's piercing dart	Y
	-
Ambition this shall tempt to rise	E2
Then whirl the wretch from high	T
To bitter Scorn a sacrifice	F2
And grinning Infamy	V
The stings of Falsehood those shall try	T
And hard Unkindness' altered eye	T
That mocks the tear it forced to flow	E
And keen Remorse with blood defiled	Y
And moody Madness laughing wild	Y
Amid severest woe	E
	-
Lo in the vale of years beneath	G2
A grisly troop are seen	M
The painful family of Death	H2
More hideous than their Queen	M
This racks the joints this fires the veins	I2
That every labouring sinew strains	I2
Those in the deeper vitals rage	J2
Lo Poverty to fill the band	Y
That numbs the soul with icy hand	Y
And slow consuming Age	J2
	-
To each his suff'rings all are men	D2
Condemned alike to groan	K2
The tender for another's pain	I
Th' unfeeling for his own	K2
Yet ah why should they know their fate	Y
Since sorrow never comes too late	Y
And happiness too swiftly flies	E2
Thought would destroy their paradise	F2
No more where ignorance is bliss	L2
'Tis folly to be wise	E2

Thomas Gray

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