<h3><SPAN name="The_Enemy" id="The_Enemy"></SPAN>The Enemy</h3>
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My childhood was nought but a ravaging storm,<br/>
Enlivened at times by a brilliant sun;<br/>
The rain and the winds wrought such havoc and harm<br/>
That of buds on my plot there remains hardly one.<br/>
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Behold now the Fall of ideas I have reached,<br/>
And the shovel and rake one must therefore resume,<br/>
In collecting the turf, inundated and breached,<br/>
Where the waters dug trenches as deep as a tomb.<br/>
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And yet these new blossoms, for which I craved,<br/>
Will they find in this earth—like a shore that is laved—<br/>
The mystical fuel which vigour imparts?<br/>
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Oh misery!—Time devours our lives,<br/>
And the enemy black, which consumeth our hearts<br/>
On the blood of our bodies, increases and thrives!<br/></p>
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