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have a boy of five years old,His face is fair and fresh to see;His limbs are cast in beauty’s mould,And dearly he loves me. One morn we stroll’d on our dry walk,Our quiet house all full in view,And held such intermitted talkAs we are wont to do. My thoughts on former pleasures ran;I thought ofContinue reading “Anecdote For Fathers : William Wordsworth : : Fathers Poems : :”