A Spring o'erhung with many a flow'r,The grey sand dancing in its bed,Embank'd beneath a Hawthorn bower,Sent forth its waters near my head:A rosy Lass approach'd my view;I caught her blue eye's modest beam:The stranger nodded 'How d'ye do!'And leap'd across the infant stream.
A man severe he was, and stern to view;I knew him well, and every truant knew:Well had the boding tremblers learned to traceThe day's disasters in his morning face;Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee,At all his jokes, for many a joke had he;Full well the bust whisper, circling round,Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned;Yet he was kind; or if severe in aught,The love he bore to learning was in fault;The village all declared how much he knew;'Twas certain he could write, and cipher too.Oliver Goldsmith
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