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258 From me this friendly warning take"—

The Broom began to doze,

And thus to keep herself awake

Did gently interpose:

"My thanks for your discourse are due;

That it is true, and more than true,

I know, and I have known it long;

Frail is the bond, by which we hold

Our being, be we young or old,

Wise, foolish, weak, or strong.

Disasters, do the best we can,

Will reach both great and small;

And he is oft the wisest man,

Who is not wise at all.

For me, why should I wish to roam?

This spot is my paternal home,

It is my pleasant Heritage;

My Father many a happy year

Here spread his careless blossoms, here

Attained a good old age.