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15
MY COUNTRY HOME.
Near the highway in a valley.
Where sweet rose and poppies bloom,
Where cool shade and breezes rally,
Stands my happy country home.
Where sweet rose and poppies bloom,
Where cool shade and breezes rally,
Stands my happy country home.
On her walls antique and rustic,
Clings the vernal leafy vines;
In the yard so calm majestic,
Grows the lovely columbines.
Clings the vernal leafy vines;
In the yard so calm majestic,
Grows the lovely columbines.
Orchard trees in vernal splendor,
Shades the grassy carpet green,
And the song birds sing so tender;
Hidden by the leafy screen.
Shades the grassy carpet green,
And the song birds sing so tender;
Hidden by the leafy screen.
Calm and peaceful stands the dwelling,
While great beauty round I see,
And my thoughts with rapture swelling,
Dawns a trodden path to me.
While great beauty round I see,
And my thoughts with rapture swelling,
Dawns a trodden path to me.
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Dawns a path of thorns and roses;
Dawns a path of joy and gloom;
Dawns the hour, o'er friends most dearest,
Wept I at their burial tomb.
Dawns a path of joy and gloom;
Dawns the hour, o'er friends most dearest,
Wept I at their burial tomb.
I reflect upon my childhood,
Round this cottage I did play;
When far in the beechen wild-wood,
Gathered I sweet flowers of May.
Round this cottage I did play;
When far in the beechen wild-wood,
Gathered I sweet flowers of May.
And I plucked the precious jewels,
While this wood-land I did roam,
Wove them into radiant garlands;
Brought them to my country home.
While this wood-land I did roam,
Wove them into radiant garlands;
Brought them to my country home.
Long may stand this little cottage,
She hath harbored me since birth;
Though the hue fades in her dotage,
'Tis my deares home on earth.
She hath harbored me since birth;
Though the hue fades in her dotage,
'Tis my deares home on earth.
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