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 80 FAREWELL TO A RURAL RESIDENCE.

Yet blessings on the hallow'd spot, Tho' here no more I stray,

And blessings on the stranger-babes Who in those halls shall play.

Heaven bless you, too, my plants,

And every parent bird That here, among the woven boughs,

Above its young hath stirr'd. I kiss your trunks, ye ancient trees,

That often o'er my head The blossoms of your flowery spring

In fragrant showers have shed.

Thou, too, of changeful mood,

I thank thee, sounding stream, That blent thine echo with my thought,

Or woke my musing dream. I kneel upon the verdant turf,

For sure my thanks are due To moss-cup and to clover-leaf,

That gave me draughts of dew.

To each perennial flower,

Old tenants of the spot, The broad-leafd lily of the vale,

And the meek forget-me-not,

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