To Memos of Shakespear
When the pagesof my years are turn
Doubt not much about the lost years
The tears,the wears, and the running fears
I could have been any man but not
Myself i am but myself
In love of thought and pen points
I hold a flame to dark night
And light with light he moon light
And when the sun is up about heaven
I try a smile for frown path
Reckon a good is good of righteous self
As the path of moon and sun never meet
And a glad heart is a precious thing
That few a man would but need
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