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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538301" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Life From 1835 to 1851</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, now, a vacancy occurs,<br>For very nearly sixteen years,<br>In which I'd not the least desire,<br>To strike the harp or tune the lyre.<br>But having left the good old 'Medway:<br>I tried on shore to make some headway.<br>I first a situation got,<br>And not amiss I found my lot:-<br>My wages good, my work was various;<br>My living far above precarious.<br>I then began to look around,<br>And thought ere long to settle down:<br>And then a letter I wrote home,<br>And ask'd my love if she would come;<br>Offering at once to pay her passage:-<br>And in due time received this message:-<br>'I'll wait till many years are past,<br>If you'll say you'll come home at last;-<br>But can't consent to such removal,<br>Without my fathers full approval:<br>Which I'm afraid he'll never give;<br>But come home dear, we'll happy live.'<br>And, then I thought if home I went,<br>I could not feel the same content,<br>As if I'd never come away,<br>But work'd for half a crown a day:-<br>While here, I thought I'd every chance<br>My future prospects to advance.<br>And after some more serious thought:<br>Another letter home I wrote;-<br>Which now I cannot give verbatim,<br>Though it contain'd my ultimatium.<br>From her engagement I relieved her,<br>And I've no doubt it sorely grieved her:-<br>Then, married in due time I got:-<br>Though not my first love, still my lot.<br>We had our sorrows and our joys,<br>And in due time we had four boys;<br>But on the day our fifth was born,<br>My heart was with sad anguish torn:-<br>A fearful illness seiz'd my wife,<br>Which nearly drain'd away her life:<br>It was so sudden and severe;<br>It fill'd me with a dreadful fear.<br>We lost the babe; and my poor wife<br>Show'd very little sign of life,<br>For thirteen hours; then, I went near her;<br>And what I could, I did to cheer her:-<br>And in due time again she rallied:<br>But oh! she look'd so deathly pallid.<br>Her illness shook her system so;<br>I felt my heart o'erwhelm'd with woe.<br>With tender unremitting care,<br>Good nourishment and change of air;<br>Health seem'd regain'd in eleven months:-<br>She then relaps'd, and sunk at once.<br>I, and my boys were now alone:-<br>My wife, their mother dead and gone:-<br>I felt bereft of my best friend,<br>And almost wish'd my life would end.<br>But having made to God my prayer<br>My all committed to his care;<br>I begg'd He would my mind direct,<br>My boys to support and protect.<br>My God afforded me relief,<br>And caus'd me to assuage my grief;<br>And thus he gently clear'd my way;<br>And gave me strength to suit each day,<br>but as I'd other ills sustain'd;<br>I thought if longer I remain'd;<br>They might increase and break me down,<br>And all my future prospects drown,<br>For I'd borne wrongs of every quality,<br>Many from sanctified rascality.<br>So I, within a little while,<br>Resolv'd to quit Tasmania's Isle<br>And in due time I made a start,<br>With Drew, 'Old Hoppy' and spring-cart.<br>Melbourne I reach'd on that day week,<br>And stroll'd about some work to seek:<br>Though very much a job I needed;<br>'Twas full twelve days ere I succeeded.<br>Work then in Melbourne was precarious;<br>The jobs I got were short and various:<br>So when five months had just roll'd over:<br>Portland I reach'd in the 'Red Rover'<br>So here I made a five months jump<br>And from old deck planks made a pump.<br>Thus near five years of sorrow past;<br>I and my boys were snug at last:-<br>I in the shop 'mong wheels and carts;<br>At school and home they did their parts.<br>Now all this while by some mischance,<br>My muse on me ne'er cast a glance:<br>But in nine months at the election<br>She took me under her protection.<br>I really felt like one inspired.<br>Could spin off verse when I desired;<br>Which made some cynics on me frown;<br>And then for fun I wrote them down.<br>Now I've gone over sixteen years<br>Through joys and sorrows, smiles and tears<br>And as I end this tale at last,<br>You'll guess the future by the past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Gay">William Gay</a><div class=q>
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For very nearly sixteen years,
In which I'd not the least desire,
To strike the harp or tune the lyre.
But having left the good old 'Medway:
I tried on shore to make some headway.
I first a situation got,
And not amiss ..."></div>
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