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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355525" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Verses III</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Written by the same lady on seeing her two sons<br>at play. <br>SWEET age of bless'd delusion! blooming boys,<br>Ah! revel long in childhood's thoughtless joys,<br>With light and pliant spirits, that can stoop<br>To follow, sportively, the rolling hoop;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To watch the sleeping top with gay delight,<br>Or mark, with raptured gaze, the sailing kite;<br>Or, eagerly pursuing Pleasure's call,<br>Can find it center'd in the bounding ball.<br>Alas! the day will come, when sports like these<br>Must lose their magic, and their power to please:<br>Too swiftly fled, the rosy hours of youth<br>Shall yield their fairy charms to mournful Truth;<br>Even now, a mother's fond prophetic fear<br>Sees the dark train of human ills appear;<br>Views various fortune for each lovely child,<br>Storms for the bold, and anguish for the mild;<br>Beholds already those expressive eyes<br>Beam a sad certainty of future sighs;<br>And dreads each suffering those dear breasts may know<br>In their long passage through a world of woe;<br>Perchance predestined every pang to prove,<br>That treacherous friends inflict, or faithless love;<br>For, ah! how few have found existence sweet,<br>Where grief is sure, but happiness deceit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charlotte+Smith">Charlotte Smith</a><div class=q>
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SWEET age of bless'd delusion! blooming boys,
Ah! revel long in childhood's thoughtless joys,
With light and pliant spirits, that can stoop
To follow, sportively, the rolling hoop;

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