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Pray shun the blast,
And travel fast,
Wrap'd close in fur.
I'm sorry too,
To part with you,
Your courteous care
At infant school,
Next summer cool,
I hop'd to share.
My wish to go,
I do not know
But they'll refuse,
Is it not shame
My age should claim
No right to choose?
Twice has the sphere
Roll'd round the year,
Since I saw light;
