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I have been like Puck I have been in a trice	A
To a realm they call Fool's Paradise	A
Lying N N E of the Land of Sense	B
And seldom blest with a glimmer thence	B
But they wanted not in this happy place	C
Where a light of its own gilds every face	C
Or if some wear a shadowy brow	D
'Tis the wish to look wise not knowing how	D
Self glory glistens o'er all that's there	E
The trees the flowers have a jaunty air	E
The well bred wind in a whisper blows	F
The snow if it snows is couleur de rose	F
The falling founts in a titter fall	G
And the sun looks simpering down on all	G
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Oh 'tisn't in tongue or pen to trace	C
The scenes I saw in that joyous place	C
There were Lords and Ladies sitting together	H
In converse sweet What charming weather	H
You'll all rejoice to hear I'm sure	I
Lord Charles has got a good sinecure	I
And the Premier says my youngest brother	I
Him in the Guards shall have another	I
	-
Isn't this very very gallant	J
As for my poor old virgin aunt	K
Who has lost her all poor thing at whist	K
We must quarter her on the Pension List	K
Thus smoothly time in that Eden rolled	K
It seemed like an Age of real gold	K
Where all who liked might have a slice	A
So rich was that Fools' Paradise	A
	-
But the sport at which most time they spent	K
Was a puppet show called Parliament	K
Performed by wooden Ciceros	A
As large as life who rose to prose	A
While hid behind them lords and squires	A
Who owned the puppets pulled the wires	A
And thought it the very best device	A
Of that most prosperous Paradise	A
To make the vulgar pay thro' the nose	A
For them and their wooden Ciceros	A
	-
And many more such things I saw	A
In this Eden of Church and State and Law	A
Nor e'er were known such pleasant folk	L
As those who had the best of the joke	L
There were Irish Rectors such as resort	K
To Cheltenham yearly to drink port	K
And bumper Long may the Church endure	I
May her cure of souls be a sinecure	I
And a score of Parsons to every soul	M
A moderate allowance on the whole	M
There were Heads of Colleges lying about	K
From which the sense had all run out	K
Even to the lowest classic lees	A
Till nothing was left but quantities	A
Which made them heads most fit to be	N
Stuck up on a University	N
Which yearly hatches in its schools	A
Such flights of young Elysian fools	A
Thus all went on so snug and nice	A
In this happiest possible Paradise	A
	-
But plain it was to see alas	A
That a downfall soon must come to pass	A
For grief is a lot the good and wise	A
Don't quite so much monopolize	A
But that lapt in Elysium as they are	I
Even blessed fools must have their share	I
And so it happened but what befell	O
In Dream the Second I mean to tell	O

Thomas Moore

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