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Where blooms each flow'ret of the spring,
And birds their sweetest carols sing:
Or, view the peasant's white-wash'd cot,
And ponder o'er his simple lot;
Or, listen in the shelter'd lane,
To Philomela's tender strain.
And birds their sweetest carols sing:
Or, view the peasant's white-wash'd cot,
And ponder o'er his simple lot;
Or, listen in the shelter'd lane,
To Philomela's tender strain.
Come then, my lovely cousin, come
And share with us our pleasant home!
No splendid fetes, no costly cheer,
Dear Mary! will await you here!
But simple pleasures, rural fare,
And merry rambles we will share;
And still, where'er our steps we bend,
Friendship and peace our paths attend.
And share with us our pleasant home!
No splendid fetes, no costly cheer,
Dear Mary! will await you here!
But simple pleasures, rural fare,
And merry rambles we will share;
And still, where'er our steps we bend,
Friendship and peace our paths attend.
