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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115086" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet II</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115086" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Why died I not before that fatal morn,<br>That thunder'd in mine ears, "Thy Child is gone;<br>"Thy Joys are fled to Heaven; thy hope is done;<br>"And thy few days to come are all forlorn!"<br>Why, when the stroke, too heavy to be borne,<br>Had smote affrighted Reason from her throne,<br>And life's chill power suspended; why, too soon,<br>Did the warm current to its course return!<br>Twice twenty summer suns had roll'd away,<br>And seen my hours a clear smooth surface flow;<br>Prepared already nature's debt to pay;<br>Scarce would my head have shrunk beneath the blow.<br>Why now, in misery, do I lingering stay,<br>While happiness foregone but mocks my woe?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Brooke+Boothby">Brooke Boothby</a></strong></div>

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