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As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,
Leads by the hand her little child to bed,
Half willing, half reluctant to be led,
And leave his broken playthings on the floor,
Still gazing at them through the open door,
Nor wholly reassured and comforted
By promises of others in their stead,
Which though more splendid, may not please him more;
So Nature deals with us, and takes away

Our playthings one by one, and by the hand
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Kim Barney 03 May 2015

This poem is much deeper than appears at first glance. Leonard Wilson's comment below says it all and then some.

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Walterrean Salley 25 November 2016

(Nature by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.) **Analogy, comparing nature and death with the nightly recess of a child as imposed by its mother.

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AMY LONGWILD 19 February 2018

WHAT IS THIS I ASKED FOR GOOD STUFF NOT THIS

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Heather S. 17 April 2019

WHAT DO YOU MEAN? ! ? ! ? ! ? ! ? ! ? ! ? ! ? THIS IS AMAZINNNNG! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

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* Sunprincess * 03 May 2015

.....much to contemplate in this beautiful verse ?

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Suryendu Chaudhury 25 September 2020

The soothing and caring attitude of nature.

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Adeeb Alfateh 23 June 2019

So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest so gently, that we go Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay, superb writings on nature great 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

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Leah Stuart 17 April 2019

who is the speaker in the poem? it says " us" so is it an " anonymous human" or someone/something else?

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Caroline McCleane 17 April 2019

a genius way to explain death...

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Please send a poem on nature for 4 class

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