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MY BIRTHDAY by GEORGE CRABBE

Poet Analysis

First Line: THROUGH A DULL TRACT OF WOE, OF DREAD
Last Line: ARE CHOKED, ARE CHECK'D, BY MANY A WEED.
Subject(s): BIRTHDAYS;
THROUGH a dull tract of woe, of dread,
The toiling year has pass'd and fled:
And, lo! in sad and pensive strain,
I sing my birth-day date again.

Trembling and poor, I saw the light,
New waking from unconscious night:
Trembling and poor I still remain
To meet unconscious night again.

Time in my pathway strews few flowers,
To cheer or cheat the weary hours;
And those few strangers, dear indeed,
Are choked, are check'd, by many a weed.



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