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MY HOME.
And greater charms, if here you ever wander,
Perchance in nature, and perchance in art,
That may induce, invite you long to ponder
And outline this, and too, the smaller part;
And now, sweet friend, your patience I am trying,
With this imperfect—what I hoped to do
Unfinished; ah! my fancy's colors dying
Ere I had blended, blended them for you.
Perchance in nature, and perchance in art,
That may induce, invite you long to ponder
And outline this, and too, the smaller part;
And now, sweet friend, your patience I am trying,
With this imperfect—what I hoped to do
Unfinished; ah! my fancy's colors dying
Ere I had blended, blended them for you.
