THE HOUSE IN THE MEADOW.
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THE HOUSE IN THE MEADOW.
T stands in a sunny meadow,The house so mossy and brown,
With its cumbrous old stone chimneys,
And the grey roof sloping down.
The trees fold their green arms round it,
The trees a century old;
And the winds go chaunting through them,
And the sunbeams sift their gold.
The trees a century old;
And the winds go chaunting through them,
And the sunbeams sift their gold.
The cowslips spring in the meadows,
The roses bloom on the hill,
And beside the brook in the pasture
The herds go feeding at will.
The roses bloom on the hill,
And beside the brook in the pasture
The herds go feeding at will.
