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Show THE PEAJSAXT'S fiHX Mj cottare bemel Oh, I wnnld not dwell Ia the crowded citj for WBaJth untold. Mine Is arrot where the bright ware s!l Id the warm clear suashine, like flooda oS -old The lolty trees in the free winds ble w, And the birds ling gT!y on M Uev . Aod aweet wild flower5 like jewels grow Dowu in the dewy erats. The roeand jeg!aminc climb the walls. And in at ibe oj-en ca.-ments peep The dr' gray tiiomlrom the low roof lall" O'er It a wiUow loiig branches iwep Lo the wintry niSbM. when lite windi rob by Like the itroog, deep tonei of an or-au vaal Tboy iloat, with a aifiody clear and hiKb Out on the ringing Wait. ' I hTe a bower ia a shady place. Where birds are singing the lifelong day. There tbe riolet ipriii;rs in its modeil prace. And the merry leaves in the sunbewus plar; From tbe trees abore me tbe vines drop do-a To the mossy carpet beneath my feel, I would not envy a monarch's crown Sere, 00 my woedland nat, Tbe woods around me tbe dim old wood And arivor rolling its bright waves past ; I could dwell in these eloquent solitudes Till (be heart which loves them had throbbed Its last. Ye who are yoked to pleasure's car, I And pour your idol-worship there, Know there is happiness purer lar Out la the opon nr. The ftiwers call from esch fragrant bvll, And ibe tree tops beckon and point on high : Oh, corns whero freedom and gladness dwell Come to tin under the broad blue ky, And read and ponder each niyst'c line In nature's book that in open laid ; Come, worship God in tbe Rlorious shrine Which His own hands huve made. |