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Oh! hast thou ever wish'd to know
When most this varying world below
Is like the changeless heaven above,
In beauty, pleasure, peace, and love?
Haste thee, in summer's youthful noon,
The green, the joyous month of June,
Far from the sultry streeted town,
And lay thee in the evening down
In some sweet hamlet's white-wall'd cot,
Round which the pear and apricot
Twine their green arms, and sparrows watch
From their snug peep-holes in the thatch;
And the light latticed porch embower
The creeper and the passion-flower.
When most this varying world below
Is like the changeless heaven above,
In beauty, pleasure, peace, and love?
Haste thee, in summer's youthful noon,
The green, the joyous month of June,
Far from the sultry streeted town,
And lay thee in the evening down
In some sweet hamlet's white-wall'd cot,
Round which the pear and apricot
Twine their green arms, and sparrows watch
From their snug peep-holes in the thatch;
And the light latticed porch embower
The creeper and the passion-flower.
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