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No curling smoke waves on the breeze,
Hemm'd closely in by circling trees,
Save, where o'er yonder rustic gate
The tall oaks twine in gothic state,
And through the arch in lustre gay,
The landscape spreads its bright arrray.
The woodland wild—the cultur'd plain,
Its lowing herds, and fleecy train—
The cottage by the green wood side,
With blooming orchard spreading wide,—
The village school—the farm—the green—
The ivied tower, at distance seen,—
And the soft hills that swelling rise,
Mingling their grey tops with the skies,
Illumin'd by the western beams
How fair this living picture gleams!
Hemm'd closely in by circling trees,
Save, where o'er yonder rustic gate
The tall oaks twine in gothic state,
And through the arch in lustre gay,
The landscape spreads its bright arrray.
The woodland wild—the cultur'd plain,
Its lowing herds, and fleecy train—
The cottage by the green wood side,
With blooming orchard spreading wide,—
The village school—the farm—the green—
The ivied tower, at distance seen,—
And the soft hills that swelling rise,
Mingling their grey tops with the skies,
Illumin'd by the western beams
How fair this living picture gleams!
Lov'd seat, farewel! yet soon I come,
I leave not long my happy home:
I leave not long my happy home:
