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60 My thoughts on former pleasures ran;

I thought of Kilve's delightful shore,

My pleasant home, when Spring began,

A long, long year before.

A day it was when I could bear

To think, and think, and think again;

With so much happiness to spare,

I could not feel a pain.

My boy was by my side, so slim

And graceful in his rustic dress!

And oftentimes I talked to him

In very idleness.

The young lambs ran a pretty race;

The morning sun shone bright and warm;

"Kilve," said I, "was a pleasant place,

"And so is Liswyn farm.