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William Wordsworth - October, 1803
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.  These times strike monied worldlings with dismay: 
   Even rich men, brave by nature, taint the air 
   With words of apprehension and despair: 
   While tens of thousands, thinking on the affray, 
   Men unto whom sufficient for the day 
   And minds not stinted or untilled are given, 
   Sound, healthy, children of the God of heaven, 
   Are cheerful as the rising sun in May. 
   What do we gather hence but firmer faith 
  That every gift of noble origin 
  Is breathed upon by Hope`s perpetual breath; 
  That virtue and the faculties within 
  Are vital,—and that riches are akin 
  To fear, to change, to cowardice, and death?
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