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120 May bring of joy or sorrow, who can tell?

O, knowing not, who cares? It may be well

That we shall find old pleasures and old fears,

And our remembered childhood seen thro' tears,

The best of Heaven and the worst of Hell.

IV.

V.

Not undelightful, friend, our rustic ease

To grateful hearts; for by especial hap,

Deep nested in the hill's enormous lap,

With its own ring of walls and grove of trees,