Fond Counsel

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Title:     Fond Counsel
Author: Henry Newbolt [More Titles by Newbolt]

O youth, beside thy silver-springing fountain,
In sight and hearing of thy father's cot,
These and the morning woods, the lonely mountain,
These are thy peace, although thou know'st it not.
Wander not yet where noon's unpitying glare
Beats down the toilers in the city bare;
Forsake not yet, not yet, the homely plot,
O Youth, beside thy silver-springing fountain.

[The end]
Henry Newbolt's poem: Fond Counsel

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