Sonnet: The World Is With Me, And Its Many Cares

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Title:     Sonnet: The World Is With Me, And Its Many Cares
Author: Thomas Hood [More Titles by 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Where Youth, and Mirth, and Health are out of date!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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Thomas Hood's poem: Sonnet: The World Is With Me, And Its Many Cares

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