Each time you go out in the cloudy sky
Remember the blind never see what you see
It's selfish to over little problems cry
Be grateful that you can see nature's beauty
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Written in April 1798, during the alarm of an invasion
A green and silent spot, amid the hills,
A small and silent dell! O'er stiller place
No singing skylark ever poised himself.
The hills are heathy, save that swelling slope,
Which hath a gay and gorgeous covering on,
All golden with the never-bloomless furze,
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