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HOME.

my home;—'twas in a little vale, Sheltered from snow-storms by the stately pines; A small clear river wandered quietly, Its smooth waves only cut by the light barks Of fishers, and but darkened by the shade The willows flung, when to the southern wind They threw their long green tresses. On the slope Were five or six white cottages, whose roofs Reached not to the laburnum's height, whose boughs Shook over them bright showers of golden bloom.