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I	A
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Where art thou my beloved Son	B
Where art thou worse to me than dead	C
Oh find me prosperous or undone	B
Or if the grave be now thy bed	C
Why am I ignorant of the same	D
That I may rest and neither blame	D
Nor sorrow may attend thy name	D
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II	A
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Seven years alas to have received	E
No tidings of an only child	F
To have despaired have hoped believed	E
And been for evermore beguiled	F
Sometimes with thoughts of very bliss	G
I catch at them and then I miss	G
Was ever darkness like to this	G
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III	A
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He was among the prime in worth	H
An object beauteous to behold	I
Well born well bred I sent him forth	J
Ingenuous innocent and bold	I
If things ensued that wanted grace	K
As hath been said they were not base	K
And never blush was on my face	K
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IV	-
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Ah little doth the young one dream	L
When full of play and childish cares	M
What power is in his wildest scream	L
Heard by his mother unawares	M
He knows it not he cannot guess	N
Years to a mother bring distress	N
But do not make her love the less	N
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V	-
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Neglect me no I suffered long	O
From that ill thought and being blind	P
Said Pride shall help me in my wrong	O
Kind mother have I been as kind	P
As ever breathed and that is true	Q
I've wet my path with tears like dew	Q
Weeping for him when no one knew	Q
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VI	-
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My Son if thou be humbled poor	R
Hopeless of honour and of gain	S
Oh do not dread thy mother's door	T
Think not of me with grief and pain	S
I now can see with better eyes	U
And worldly grandeur I despise	U
And fortune with her gifts and lies	U
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VII	-
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Alas the fowls of heaven have wings	V
And blasts of heaven will aid their flight	W
They mount how short a voyage brings	V
The wanderers back to their delight	W
Chains tie us down by land and sea	-
And wishes vain as mine may be	-
All that is left to comfort thee	-
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VIII	-
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Perhaps some dungeon hears thee groan	X
Maimed mangled by inhuman men	Y
Or thou upon a desert thrown	X
Inheritest the lion's den	Y
Or hast been summoned to the deep	Z
Thou thou and all thy mates to keep	Z
An incommunicable sleep	Z
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IX	-
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I look for ghosts but none will force	-
Their way to me 'tis falsely said	C
That there was ever intercourse	-
Between the living and the dead	C
For surely then I should have sight	W
Of him I wait for day and night	W
With love and longings infinite	A2
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X	-
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My apprehensions come in crowds	-
I dread the rustling of the grass	-
The very shadows of the clouds	-
Have power to shake me as they pass	-
I question things and do not find	P
One that will answer to my mind	P
And all the world appears unkind	P
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XI	-
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Beyond participation lie	-
My troubles and beyond relief	-
If any chance to heave a sigh	-
They pity me and not my grief	-
Then come to me my Son or send	B2
Some tidings that my woes may end	B2
I have no other earthly friend	B2

William Wordsworth

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