IN THE HEYDAYS OF HIS EYES
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An Anthology of Poetry about Being Young and Growing Up
 
 
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TO HIS SON

Sir Walter Ralegh

Three things there be that prosper all apace, And flourish while they are asunder far; But on a day they meet all in a place, And when they meet they one another mar. And they be these--the wood, the weed, the wag: The wood is that that makes the gallows tree; The weed that that strings the hangman's bag; The wag, my pretty knave, betokens thee. Now mark, dear boy, while these assemble not, Green springs the tree, hemp grows, the wag is wild; But when they meet, it makes the timber rot, It frets the halter, and it chokes the child. God bless the child.

 
 
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