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My birth day what a different sound	A
That word had in my youthful ears	B
And how each time the day comes round	A
Less and less white its mark appears	B
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When first our scanty years are told	C
It seems like pastime to grow old	C
And as Youth counts the shining links	D
That Time around him binds so fast	E
Pleased with the task he little thinks	D
How hard that chain will press at last	E
Vain was the man and false as vain	F
Who said were he ordained to run	G
His long career of life again	H
He would do all that he had done	G
Ah 'tis not thus the voice that dwells	I
In sober birth days speaks to me	J
Far otherwise of time it tells	I
Lavished unwisely carelessly	J
Of counsel mockt of talents made	K
Haply for high and pure designs	L
But oft like Israel's incense laid	K
Upon unholy earthly shrines	L
Of nursing many a wrong desire	M
Of wandering after Love too far	N
And taking every meteor fire	M
That crost my pathway for his star	N
All this it tells and could I trace	O
The imperfect picture o'er again	H
With power to add retouch efface	O
The lights and shades the joy and pain	F
How little of the past would stay	P
How quickly all should melt away	P
All but that Freedom of the Mind	Q
Which hath been more than wealth to me	J
Those friendships in my boyhood twined	Q
And kept till now unchangingly	J
And that dear home that saving ark	R
Where Love's true light at last I've found	A
Cheering within when all grows dark	R
And comfortless and stormy round	A

Thomas Moore

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