Wander again with rapturous eyes

Through those enchanted lands of Spring.

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Then, as I walk with her in peace,

I leave this troubled air below,

Where, hurrying sadly to and fro,

Men toil, and strain, and cannot cease:

Then, freed from tyrannous Fate's control,

Untouch'd by years or grief, I see

Transfigured in that child-like soul

The soil'd soul of humanity.

Laurence Binyon.

Laurence Binyon.

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A LAMENT

ver thy head, in joyful wanderings

Through heaven's wide spaces, free, 

Birds fly with music in their wings;

And from the blue, rough sea

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