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And this is all! yet oft my fancy painteth
That quiet lovely spot unto my view,
Where the warm sun looks through
The leafy boughs, and where the white rose fainteth
Upon the breeze, that oft its leaves hath fanned—
Blest be that cottage-band!
That quiet lovely spot unto my view,
Where the warm sun looks through
The leafy boughs, and where the white rose fainteth
Upon the breeze, that oft its leaves hath fanned—
Blest be that cottage-band!
