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HAPPY TIMES
How smoothly then did run my happy days,
When things to charm my mind and sight were nigh;
When things to charm my mind and sight were nigh;
The glitt'ring brook, that wander'd round my home,
With rock-shot foam, downfalling white, was nigh;
With rock-shot foam, downfalling white, was nigh;
And glossy-wingèd rooks, above the grove,
Off-sweeping round their tree, in flight, were nigh.
Off-sweeping round their tree, in flight, were nigh.
And daws about the castle's ruggèd walls,
And ivy-hooded tower's height, were nigh.
And ivy-hooded tower's height, were nigh.
A bower outhollow'd in a hedge of yew,
Would yield me shelter'd rest, when night was nigh,
Would yield me shelter'd rest, when night was nigh,
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And in the dusk of moonshades, near the door,
My playsome children, skipping light, were nigh.
My playsome children, skipping light, were nigh.
And there I never met a grief half way,
In thinking ev'ry day a blight was nigh.
In thinking ev'ry day a blight was nigh.
But found it best, with thankfulness and care,
To feel that He that is our might, was nigh.
To feel that He that is our might, was nigh.
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