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Somewhere on thy land
Shadeless and forlorn,
From a thought of love
Plant a little grove,
Which may sweet and sheltering stand
In the days unborn.
Praised be the man who plants a grove,
Beside the way, upon the hill,
To make a shelter for the rill—
Shadeless and forlorn,
From a thought of love
Plant a little grove,
Which may sweet and sheltering stand
In the days unborn.
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Beside the way, upon the hill,
To make a shelter for the rill—
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