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CIII. RECOLLECTIONS.
A thatched and ivy-gabled manor-hall:A box-edged garden, haunt of summer bees:
An old grey orchard filled with apple trees,
In which the chaffinch all day long doth call:
A weathered seat beside a mossy wall:
A ponded common shared by hissing geese:
A long brown heath spread out to sun and breeze:
A solitary pine tree straight and tall:
A sloping upland thronged with lowing kine:
A hazel dingle sparkling after rain:
The soft approach of sleep to tirèd eyne:
The welcome dawn of joyous day again:
The sound of sabbath bells: those gales divine
That blow from realms without a mortal stain
To make the young heart fain:
These are the letters wherewith Memory
Spells a most blest and happy Infancy.
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