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By The Way

Verses, Fragments, and Notes [by William Allingham]

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THE HERMITAGE

Far from the city's smoke and stir
My quiet Hermitage is made,
Where summer beech and winter fir
Conjoin their hospitable shade.
The north-star crowns my wooded hill
Of devious paths and thicket mild,
And by my garden foot a rill
Sings to itself, like happy child.