Thus may it gain a higher power
Than it may ever claim from me.
ODE ON IDLENESS.
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BY T. YARDLEY.
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With walking wearied, sat I, at the time
When, pausing far above the world, the sun
Seems musing whether he shall higher climb
Thus may it gain a higher power
Than it may ever claim from me.
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BY T. YARDLEY.
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With walking wearied, sat I, at the time
When, pausing far above the world, the sun
Seems musing whether he shall higher climb