The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood, by Thomas Hood


The world is with me, and its many cares,

Its woes — its wants — the anxious hopes and fears

That wait on all terrestrial affairs —

The shades of former and of future years —

Foreboding fancies, and prophetic tears,

Quelling a spirit that was once elate:—

Heavens! what a wilderness the earth appears,

Where Youth, and Mirth, and Health are out of date!

But no — a laugh of innocence and joy

Resounds, like music of the fairy race,

And gladly turning from the world’s annoy

I gaze upon a little radiant face,

And bless, internally, the merry boy

Who “makes a son-shine in a shady-place.”

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