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Of fragrant rubbish,—as the bent mast rears,
She uplifted her eighty years.
She uplifted her eighty years.
She pointed to her hut by the wood—
Sixty years and more it has stood,
Very lowly, you see, and rude—
"Much the same is that windy shell,
As when Ernest and I went there to dwell.
Sixty years and more it has stood,
Very lowly, you see, and rude—
"Much the same is that windy shell,
As when Ernest and I went there to dwell.
"Young were we both, with little care;
While he went out to hunt the bear,
I kept the hearth or took my share
In the garden—work——ti]l Ernest was given,
And Mary and Jane by gracious Heaven.
While he went out to hunt the bear,
I kept the hearth or took my share
In the garden—work——ti]l Ernest was given,
And Mary and Jane by gracious Heaven.
"I thought God's singers I should not hear,
Or the locusts in the maples near,
In the hot noontide, for the music dear
Of my roof-tree birds—but God is good,
And where he is, no solitude.
Or the locusts in the maples near,
In the hot noontide, for the music dear
Of my roof-tree birds—but God is good,
And where he is, no solitude.
