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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Life's Progress</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How gayly is at first begun <br> Our Life's uncertain Race! <br>Whilst yet that sprightly Morning Sun, <br>With which we just set out to run <br> Enlightens all the Place. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How smiling the World's Prospect lies <br> How tempting to go through ! <br>Not Canaan to the Prophet's Eyes, <br>From Pisgah with a sweet Surprize, <br> Did more inviting shew. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How promising's the Book of Fate, <br> Till thoroughly understood! <br>Whilst partial Hopes such Lots create, <br>As may the youthful Fancy treat <br> With all that's Great and Good. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How soft the first Ideas prove, <br> Which wander through our Minds! <br>How full the Joys, how free the Love, <br>Which do's that early Season move; <br> As Flow'rs the Western Winds! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our Sighs are then but Vernal Air; <br> But April–drops our Tears, <br>Which swiftly passing, all grows Fair, <br>Whilst Beauty compensates our Care, <br> And Youth each Vapour clears. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But oh! too soon, alas, we climb; <br> Scarce feeling we ascend <br>The gently rising Hill of Time, <br>From whence with Grief we see that Prime, <br> And all its Sweetness end. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Die now cast, our Station known, <br> Fond Expectation past; <br>The Thorns, which former Days had sown, <br>To Crops of late Repentance grown, <br> Thro' which we toil at last. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whilst ev'ry Care's a driving Harm, <br> That helps to bear us down; <br>Which faded Smiles no more can charm, <br>But ev'ry Tear's a Winter-Storm, <br> And ev'ry Look's a Frown. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till with succeeding Ills opprest, <br> For Joys we hop'd to find; <br>By Age too, rumpl'd and undrest, <br>We gladly sinking down to rest, <br> Leave following Crouds behind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Kingsmill+Finch">Anne Kingsmill Finch</a><div class=q>
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 Our Life's uncertain Race! 
Whilst yet that sprightly Morning Sun, 
With which we just set out to run 
 Enlightens all the Place. 

How smiling the World's Prospect lies 
 How tempting to go through ! 
Not Canaan to t..."></div>
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