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Nature's Invitation
Pine not, my child, to distant lands to go;The flower with me is pleading at thy feet,
The clouds delaying through the azure flow,
And soft the breezes come thy cheek to greet.
Why hasten on, hast thou a fairer home?
Has God more richly blessed the world than here,
That thou in haste wouldst from thy country roam,
Favored by every month that fills the year?
What though in other climes rise loftier piles,
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No fairer there than here are Nature's smiles,
No sweeter there than here her music calls;
Attune thy mind, open thine inward eye,
And thou wilt seek no more a distant sky.
Poem No. 397; c. 27 May 1848
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