WRITTEN IN HAGBUSH-LANE.

A scene like this,

Would woo the care-worn wise

To moralize,

And courting lovers court to tell their bliss.

Had I a cottage here

I’d be content; for where

I have my books

I have old friends,

Whose cheering looks

Make me amends.

For coldnesses in men: and so,

With them departed long ago,

And with wild-flowers and trees

And with the living breeze,

And with the “still small voice”

Within, I would rejoice,

And converse hold, while breath

Held me, and then--come Death!

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