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IT IS BUT A COTTAGE.
It is but a cottage, but where is the heart
That would love not its home, be it ever so small?
There's a charm in that spot, which no words may impart,
Where the birds and the roses seem sweetest of all.
It is but a cottage, but still for a friend
There's a chair and whatever the table supplies.
To the mind that's content with what fortune may send,
Why a cot is a palace that monarchs might prize.
That would love not its home, be it ever so small?
There's a charm in that spot, which no words may impart,
Where the birds and the roses seem sweetest of all.
It is but a cottage, but still for a friend
There's a chair and whatever the table supplies.
To the mind that's content with what fortune may send,
Why a cot is a palace that monarchs might prize.
I envy no statesman his honours and fame,
The path of ambition is deck'd to ensnare,
The title most dear is a good honest name
And ambition may envy the man without care.
It is but a cottage, a slight little place
Scarce worthy the glance of a traveller's eyes;
But, oh! with content, and a friend's smiling face,
Why a cot is a palace that monarchs might prize.
The path of ambition is deck'd to ensnare,
The title most dear is a good honest name
And ambition may envy the man without care.
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Scarce worthy the glance of a traveller's eyes;
But, oh! with content, and a friend's smiling face,
Why a cot is a palace that monarchs might prize.
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