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A CHANGE.
In a romantic path—love joys to grace—Border'd with flowers of rarest light and bloom,
Filling the summer zephyrs with perfume,
A crystal brook begins its singing race,
In all the world there is not such a place
For graceful beauty—there the playful fawn,
And the red deer are seen at early dawn
Drinking its waters—fearless of the chace:
The queenly broom bestows a golden shower
Of richest fragrance, it is favour'd by
The lark's and blackbird's sweetest melody!
A home just formed for youth's impassion'd hour:
Beauty enwreaths the spot where e'er you move;—
'Tis sacred to the heart—to hope—to love!
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