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DAWTHORNDEN. 93
And then their ringing laughter steals
From some sequestered glen, A fitting place for fays to sport
Is pleasant Ilawthornden.
T were sweet indeed to linger here,
And list the streamlet s sound, And see poetic fancies spring
Up, like the flowers around; Up, as the creeping ivy wreathes
Its green and gadding spray, And from the gay and heartless crowd
Steal evermore away.
Yes, sweet, if life were but a dream,
And we, on charmed ground, "Were free to choose at pleasure s call,
And not to judgment bound. But Duty spreads a different path,
And we her call must ken ; And so a kind and long farewell
To classic Ilawthornden.
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