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FAREWELL TO THE VILLAGE.
Silent vale! where love and pleasure
Ever round our cottage flowed;
Beauteous as the western evening,
Lovely as the sunlit cloud;
Peaceful as the vesper bell,—
Thee we bid a long farewell.
Fare thee well! Fare thee well!
Ever round our cottage flowed;
Beauteous as the western evening,
Lovely as the sunlit cloud;
Peaceful as the vesper bell,—
Thee we bid a long farewell.
Fare thee well! Fare thee well!
Fare ye well, ye ancient beeches,
Which have shielded oft our head;
Still be green, ye sunny meadows;
Fields with brightest flowers bespread,—
Scenes, where oft the reapers' song
Swelled in echoes sweet and strong.
All farewell! All farewell!
Which have shielded oft our head;
Still be green, ye sunny meadows;
Fields with brightest flowers bespread,—
Scenes, where oft the reapers' song
Swelled in echoes sweet and strong.
All farewell! All farewell!
Pleasant village! oft thy beauties
Shall revive within our breast,
And the lovely recollection
Soothe, like visits from the blest.
Often to our tearful eyes
Shall thy cherished image rise.
Fare thee well! Fare thee well!
Shall revive within our breast,
And the lovely recollection
Soothe, like visits from the blest.
Often to our tearful eyes
Shall thy cherished image rise.
Fare thee well! Fare thee well!
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