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FAREWELL TO A RURAL RESIDENCE.
��How beautiful it stands,
Behind its elm-tree's screen, With simple attic cornice crown'd,
All graceful and serene ; Most sweet, yet sad, it is
Upon yon scene to gaze, And list its inborn melody,
The voice of other days :
For there, as many a year
Its varied chart unroll'd, I hid me in those quiet shades,
And call'd the joys of old, I call'd them, and they came
When vernal buds appear 'd ; Or where the vine-clad summer bower
Its temple-roof uprear'd ;
Or where the o'er-arching grove Spread forth its copses green,
While eye-bright and asclepias rear'd Their untrain'd stalks between
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