contry life.
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And oft my children weave themselves
Bright garlands for their hair—
I doubt if city dames e'er find
Aught in their shops so fair!
The children of content are we,
Oh! could the proud ones know
What peaceful joys belong to those
Who nature only know!
Bright garlands for their hair—
I doubt if city dames e'er find
Aught in their shops so fair!
The children of content are we,
Oh! could the proud ones know
What peaceful joys belong to those
Who nature only know!
