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THE WILD-WOOD HOME.
Oh, show me a place like the wild-wood home,
Where the air is fragrant, and free,
And the first pure breathings of morning come
In a gush of melody.
She lifts the soft fringe from her dark blue eye,
With a radiant smile of love,
And the diamonds that o'er her bosom lie,
Are bright as the gems above.
Where the air is fragrant, and free,
And the first pure breathings of morning come
In a gush of melody.
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With a radiant smile of love,
And the diamonds that o'er her bosom lie,
Are bright as the gems above.
Where noon lies down in the breezy shade
Of the glorious forest bowers,
And the beautiful birds, from the sunny-glades,
Sit nodding amongst the flowers,
While the holy child of the mountain spring
Steals past with a murmur'd song,
And the honey-bees sleep in the bells that swing
Its garlanded banks along.
Of the glorious forest bowers,
And the beautiful birds, from the sunny-glades,
Sit nodding amongst the flowers,
While the holy child of the mountain spring
Steals past with a murmur'd song,
And the honey-bees sleep in the bells that swing
Its garlanded banks along.
Where day steals away with a young bride's blush,
To the soft green-couch of night,
And the moon throws o'er with a holy hush
Her curtain of gossamer-light.
And the seraph that sings in the hemlock-dell,
Oh, sweetest of birds is she,
Fills the dewy breeze with a trancing swell
Of melody rich and free.
To the soft green-couch of night,
And the moon throws o'er with a holy hush
Her curtain of gossamer-light.
And the seraph that sings in the hemlock-dell,
Oh, sweetest of birds is she,
Fills the dewy breeze with a trancing swell
Of melody rich and free.
There are sumptuous mansions, with marble walls,
Surmounted by glittering towers,
Where fountains play in the perfum'd halls
Amongst exotic flowers:
They are suitable homes for the haughty in mind,
Yet a wild-wood home for me;
Where the pure bright streams, and the mountain-wind,
And the bounding heart, are free.
Surmounted by glittering towers,
Where fountains play in the perfum'd halls
Amongst exotic flowers:
They are suitable homes for the haughty in mind,
Yet a wild-wood home for me;
Where the pure bright streams, and the mountain-wind,
And the bounding heart, are free.
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