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Robert Southey - Sonnet 08
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With many a weary step, at length I gain
  Thy summit, Lansdown; and the cool breeze plays,
  Gratefully round my brow, as hence the gaze
Returns to dwell upon the journeyed plain.
  `Twas a long way and tedious! to the eye
Tho fair the extended vale, and fair to view
The falling leaves of many a faded hue,
  That eddy in the wild gust moaning by.
Even so it fared with Life! in discontent
Restless thro` Fortune`s mingled scenes I went,
  Yet wept to think they would return no more!
But cease fond heart in such sad thoughts to roam,
For surely thou ere long shall reach thy home,
  And pleasant is the way that lies before.
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