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- How brightly glistening in the sun
- The woodland ivy plays!
- While yonder beeches from their barks
- Reflect his silver rays.
- That sun surveys a lovely scene
- From softly smiling skies;
- And wildly through unnumbered trees
- The wind of winter sighs:
- Now loud, it thunders o'er my head,
- And now in distance dies.
- But give me back my barren hills
- Where colder breezes rise;
- Where scarce the scattered, stunted trees
- Can yield an answering swell,
- But where a wilderness of heath
- Returns the sound as well.
- For yonder garden, fair and wide,
- With groves of evergreen,
- Long winding walks, and borders trim,
- And velvet lawns between;
- Restore to me that little spot,
- With gray walls compassed round,
- Where knotted grass neglected lies,
- And weeds usurp the ground.
- Though all around this mansion high
- Invites the foot to roam,
- And though its halls are fair within--
- Oh, give me back my HOME!
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