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XLIII.
COUNTRY VISITS.
Delightful is it, when the burning sunPours down in fervid beams that rival torrid,
Frying the reeking sweat from the hot forehead,
From city dust and city heat to run
Where the bland air may cool the fevered blood;
Where kindred beckons us with open arms,
And Nature, smiling with ten thousand charms,
Woos us from grove and meadow, flower and flood.
But tarry not until that time doth come,
When stranger's china disappears the board,
And old familiar crockery is restored,—
The wish implied that we should be at home,—
When too familiar are the household tunes,
And iron take the place of silver spoons.
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