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H! would that thou wert here, my love,To sit on this grey stone,
And gaze on all the pleasant scene,
Hill, vale, and heathery down!
And would that all our little ones
Were racing o'er the lea,
Drinking the pure elastic air,
And shouting in their glee!
Oh, fairer then than even now,
Would all around me seem,
And brighter far would be earth's smile,
Beneath the summer beam.
But vain the wish,—so I will rest
Once more on this grey stone,
And think of thee, and strive to feel
That I am not alone.
Would all around me seem,
And brighter far would be earth's smile,
Beneath the summer beam.
But vain the wish,—so I will rest
Once more on this grey stone,
And think of thee, and strive to feel
That I am not alone.
Ay, fair and bright, and peaceful too,
Is all that meets the eye;
The rich green woods, the emerald turf,
The glowing summer sky:
Is all that meets the eye;
The rich green woods, the emerald turf,
The glowing summer sky:
