And from the door of where the eternal dwell,
Looked back on human things and smiled farewell.
O may this grief remain the only one!
O may our house be still a garrison
Of smiling children, and for evermore
The tune of little feet be heard along the floor!
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Who shall succeed me in my rural field),To this small spirit annual honours yield!Bright be thy hearth, hale be thy babes, I craveAnd this, in thy green farm, the only grave.
ABOUT the sheltered garden ground
The vale ne’er seemed so deep before,Nor yet so high the hill.An awful sense of quietness,A fulness of repose,Breathes from the dewy garden-lawns,The silent garden rows.As the hoof-beats of a troop of horseHeard far across a plain,A nearer knowledge of great thoughtsThrills vaguely through my brain.I lean my head upon my arm,My heart’s too full…
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