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Close on the margin of a brawling brook	A
That bathes the low dell's bosom stands a Cot	B
O'ershadow'd by broad Alders At its door	C
A rude seat with an ozier canopy	D
Invites the weary traveller to rest	E
'Tis a poor humble dwelling yet within	F
The sweets of joy domestic oft have made	G
The long hour not unchearly while the Moor	H
Was covered with deep snow and the bleak blast	I
Swept with impetuous wing the mountain's brow	J
On ev'ry tree of the near shelt'ring wood	K
The minstrelsy of Nature shrill and wild	L
Welcomes the stranger guest and carolling	A
Love songs spontaneous greets him merrily	D
The distant hills empurpled by the dawn	M
And thinly scatter'd with blue mists that float	N
On their bleak summits dimly visible	O
Skirt the domain luxuriant while the air	P
Breathes healthful fragrance On the Cottage roof	Q
The gadding Ivy and the tawny Vine	R
Bind the brown thatch the shelter'd winter hut	S
Of the tame Sparrow and the Red breast bold	T
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There dwells the Soldier's Widow young and fair	P
Yet not more fair than virtuous Every day	U
She wastes the hour glass waiting his return	V
And every hour anticipates the day	U
Deceiv'd yet cherish'd by the flatt'rer hope	W
When she shall meet her Hero On the Eve	X
Of Sabbath rest she trims her little hut	S
With blossoms fresh and gaudy still herself	Y
The queen flow'r of the garland The sweet Rose	Z
Of wood wild beauty blushing thro' her tears	A2
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One little Son she has a lusty Boy	B2
The darling of her guiltless mourning heart	C2
The only dear and gay associate	S
Of her lone widowhood His sun burnt cheek	A
Is never blanch'd with fear though he will climb	D2
The broad oak's branches and with brawny arm	E2
Sever the limpid wave In his blue eye	F2
Beams all his mother's gentleness of soul	G2
While his brave father's warm intrepid heart	C2
Throbs in his infant bosom 'Tis a wight	H2
Most valourous yet pliant as the stem	I2
Of the low vale born lily when the dew	J2
Presses its perfum'd head Eight years his voice	K2
Has chear'd the homely hut for he could lisp	L2
Soft words of filial fondness ere his feet	M2
Could measure the smooth path way	U
On the hills	N2
He watches the wide waste of wavy green	O2
Tissued with orient lustre till his eyes	P2
Ache with the dazzling splendour and the main	Q2
Rolling and blazing seems a second Sun	R2
And if a distant whitening sail appears	S2
Skimming the bright horizon while the mast	I
Is canopied with clouds of dappled gold	T
He homeward hastes rejoicing An old Tree	D
Is his lone watch tow'r 'tis a blasted Oak	A
Which from a vagrant Acorn ages past	I
Sprang up to triumph like a Savage bold	T
Braving the Season's warfare There he sits	T2
Silent and musing the long Evening hour	U2
'Till the short reign of Sunny splendour fades	V2
At the cold touch of twilight Oft he sings	W2
Or from his oaten pipe untiring pours	X2
The tune mellifluous which his father sung	A
When HE could only listen	R2
On the sands	Y2
That bind the level sea shore will he stray	U
When morn unlocks the East and flings afar	Z2
The rosy day beam There the boy will stop	A3
To gather the dank weeds which ocean leaves	B3
On the bleak strand while winter o'er the main	Q2
Howls its nocturnal clamour There again	C3
He chaunts his Father's ditty Never more	C
Poor mountain minstrel shall thy bosom throb	D3
To the sweet cadence never more thy tear	P
Fall as the dulcet breathings give each word	E3
Expression magical Thy Father Boy	B2
Sleeps on the bed of death His tongue is mute	F3
His fingers have forgot their pliant art	C2
His oaten pipe will ne'er again be heard	E3
Echoing along the valley Never more	C
Will thy fond mother meet the balmy smile	G3
Of peace domestic or the circling arm	E2
Of valour temper'd by the milder joys	H3
Of rural merriment His very name	I3
Is now forgotten for no trophied tomb	J3
Tells of his bold exploits such heraldry	D
Befits not humble worth For pomp and praise	K3
Wait in the gilded palaces of Pride	L3
To dress Ambition's Slaves Yet on his grave	M3
The unmark'd resting place of Valour's Sons	N3
The morning beam shines lust'rous The meek flow'r	Z2
Still drops the twilight tear and the night breeze	O3
Moans melancholy music	A
Then to ME	D
O dearer far is the poor Soldier's grave	M3
The Widow's lone and unregarded Cot	B
The brawling Brook and the wide Alder bough	J
The ozier Canopy and plumy choir	U2
Hymning the Morn's return than the rich Dome	P3
Of gilded Palaces and sweeter far	Z2
O far more graceful far more exquisite	S
The Widow's tear bathing the living rose	Z
Than the rich ruby blushing on the breast	E
Of guilty greatness Welcome then to me	D
The WIDOW'S LOWLY HOME The Soldier's HEIR	P
The proud inheritor of Heav'n's best gifts	Q3
The mind unshackled and the guiltless Soul	G2

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