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— John Milton

Say, Heavenly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein 15

Afford a present to the Infant God?

Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain,

To welcome him to this his new abode,

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William Wordsworth·1770–1850

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here is a thorn; it looks so old,In truth you’d find it hard to say,How it could ever have been young,It looks so old and grey.Not higher than a two-years’ child,It stands erect this aged thorn;No leaves it has, no thorny points;It is a mass of knotted joints,A wretched thing forlorn.It stands erect, and like a stoneWith lichens it is overgrown.

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