Parental Recollections

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Title:     Parental Recollections
Author: Charles Lamb [More Titles by Lamb]

A child's a plaything for an hour;
Its pretty tricks we try
For that or for a longer space;
Then tire, and lay it by.

But I knew one, that to itself
All seasons could controul;
That would have mock'd the sense of pain
Out of a grieved soul.

Thou, straggler into loving arms,
Young climber up of knees,
When I forget thy thousand ways,
Then life and all shall cease.

[The end]
Charles Lamb's poem: Parental Recollections

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