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A lovely and a mirthful sound Of laughter meets mine ear; For the poor man's children sport around On the turf, with nought to fear.

And roses lend that cabin's wall A happy summer-glow; And the open door stands free to all, For it recks not of a foe.

And the village bells are on the breeze, That stirs thy leaf, dark Tree! How can I mourn, 'midst things like these, For the stormy past, with thee?