[Image of Clare's Grave : Ann Lee]
A recent discovery, hidden in Clare's Prose...
& what is joy or bliss or happiness
Mere trifling parents of a laugh or smile
That are but cares decked in a different dress
To cheat our hearts & sooth our hopes awhile
Mere sabbaths in lifes agonizing toil
To catch our breath while in its style we dwell
Prolonging (?life) by shadows that beguile
For joys beginnings have one tale to tell
& bring their end a heart ach[e] & far[e]well
(Unpublished)
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