How like is childhood to the lucid tide
That calmly wanders thro’ the mossy dell,
Sweeps o'er the lily by the margin's side,
And, as it kisses, murmurs out, Farewell!
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IMPROMPTU, IN REPLY TO A LADY, · John Carr · Poetry Cove