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(Image by Lady Clementina Hawarden)
A new years welcome lovely maid
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Awakes the poets song
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Be not of moral truths afraid
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Nor deem the lesson wrong
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Though newyears still their welcomes bring
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& hails thy blooming hour
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& on the green lap of the spring
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Leaves thee its fairest flower
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The withered year had youth & pride
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As thy unclouded joy
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But the today though deified
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To morrow shall destroy
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& sweet as is thy lovely bloom
Of mingled white & red -
A days in waiting yet to come
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Shall find that beauty fled
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Bind not thy heart to things so frail
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A worshipher of pride
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Let choice of better things prevail
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& meaner ones deride
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As fair as is that lovely bloom
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Thy witching youth puts on
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A frowning year is yet to come
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Shall find its blossom gone
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The withered year saw many flowers
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As fair as thou art seen
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That now are lost to suns & showers
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With blossoms that have been
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Then live from pride & folly free
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& wear an angels bosom
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& when the last new year shall be
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Live an unfading blossom
MP III 476
From Helpston in rural Northamptonshire, John Clare was born in 1793. He is now regarded as the most important poet of the natural world from Britain. He wrote many poems, prose and letters about love, sex, corruption and politics, environmental and social change, poverty and folk life. Even in his 'madness', his talents were not diminished. Ronald Blythe, past President of the Clare Society, saw Clare as "... England's most articulate village voice". Clare died, aged 71, in 1864.
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