80 FAREWELL TO A RURAL RESIDENCE.
Yet blessings on the hallow'd spot, Tho' here no more I stray,
And blessings on the stranger-babes Who in those halls shall play.
Heaven bless you, too, my plants,
And every parent bird That here, among the woven boughs,
Above its young hath stirr'd. I kiss your trunks, ye ancient trees,
That often o'er my head The blossoms of your flowery spring
In fragrant showers have shed.
Thou, too, of changeful mood,
I thank thee, sounding stream, That blent thine echo with my thought,
Or woke my musing dream. I kneel upon the verdant turf,
For sure my thanks are due To moss-cup and to clover-leaf,
That gave me draughts of dew.
To each perennial flower,
Old tenants of the spot, The broad-leafd lily of the vale,
And the meek forget-me-not,
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