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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540240" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To The Spade Of A Friend (An Agriculturist)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">COMPOSED WHILE WE WERE LABOURING TOGETHER IN HIS PLEASURE-GROUND</div><div style="margin:10px 0">SPADE! with which Wilkinson hath tilled his lands,<br>And shaped these pleasant walks by Emont's side,<br>Thou art a tool of honour in my hands;<br>I press thee, through the yielding soil, with pride.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rare master has it been thy lot to know;<br>Long hast Thou served a man to reason true;<br>Whose life combines the best of high and low,<br>The labouring many and the resting few;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Health, meekness, ardour, quietness secure,<br>And industry of body and of mind; <br>And elegant enjoyments, that are pure<br>As nature is; too pure to be refined.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here often hast Thou heard the Poet sing<br>In concord with his river murmuring by;<br>Or in some silent field, while timid spring<br>Is yet uncheered by other minstrelsy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who shall inherit Thee when death has laid<br>Low in the darksome cell thine own dear lord?<br>That man will have a trophy, humble Spade!<br>A trophy nobler than a conqueror's sword. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If he be one that feels, with skill to part<br>False praise from true, or, greater from the less,<br>Thee will he welcome to his hand and heart,<br>Thou monument of peaceful happiness!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He will not dread with Thee a toilsome day--<br>Thee his loved servant, his inspiring mate!<br>And, when thou art past service, worn away,<br>No dull oblivious nook shall hide thy fate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His thrift thy uselessness will never scorn;<br>An 'heir-loom' in his cottage wilt thou be:-- <br>High will he hang thee up, well pleased to adorn<br>His rustic chimney with the last of Thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Wordsworth">William Wordsworth</a><div class=q>
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SPADE! with which Wilkinson hath tilled his lands,
And shaped these pleasant walks by Emont's side,
Thou art a tool of honour in my hands;
I press thee, through the yielding soil, w..."></div>
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