Fears and Scruples
Subscribe for ad free access & additional features for teachers. Authors: 267, Books: 3,607, Poems & Short Stories: 4,435, Forum Members: 71,154, Forum Posts: 1,238,602, Quizzes: 344 Heres my case. Of old I used to love him, This same unseen friend, before I knew: Dream there was none like him, none above him, Wake to hope and trust my dream was true. Loved I not his letters full of beauty? Not his actions famous far and wide? Absent, he would know I vowed him duty; Present, he would find me at his side. Pleasant fancy! for I had but letters, Only knew of actions by hearsay: He himself was busied with my betters; What of that? My turn must come some day. Some day provingno day! Heres the puzzle. Passed and passed my turn is. Why complain? Hes so busied! If I could but muzzle
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