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The Wishing Gate, Grasmere.
The Wishing Gate, at length I find,
And leave my wishes all behind,
As gazing on this lovely scene,
This peaceful lake, this island green,
Nature frames all things to my mind.
And leave my wishes all behind,
As gazing on this lovely scene,
This peaceful lake, this island green,
Nature frames all things to my mind.
Nay, while I, on the bars reclined,
In Wordsworth's fir-grove hear the wind,
I quite forget, though here I lean,
The Wishing Gate.
In Wordsworth's fir-grove hear the wind,
I quite forget, though here I lean,
The Wishing Gate.
For I have nought to wish, I ween,
Blest in what is and what has been,
And void of longings vain and blind;
Thankful for all God's sunshine kind,
And that, without a wish, I've seen
The Wishing Gate!
Blest in what is and what has been,
And void of longings vain and blind;
Thankful for all God's sunshine kind,
And that, without a wish, I've seen
The Wishing Gate!
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