Sunday, 26 April 2009

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  (writing during a rainy Sunday afternoon)

  Staid, he doth while away the Sabbath hours,

  By musing content on his Master’s powers;

  And scribb’leth hazard notes on sundry themes,

  With weather eye out for miss’d Sunbeams.

  * * *

  Whither airy thoughts fly, and whether they land,

  Matters mostly as much as the view they command;

  And when they are writ, full of wit and good force,

  He hints with a hope that the speech be not coarse.

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