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Ballade Of A City Bower

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tf bosky dells with hrown and silver brooka Pipea numberleas perennially shrill, iFor publishment betiuifs in siy:htly books -feonga breathing righteous yralse of bough and rill, 'These are fair spots, but here God's gracioua will, .A stom: 's throw trom the eity's lieart and din Gives me an fair - lot me deserví; it slill - My upper wi?iduw where the elm looks in. 'Thcy love dark (hingswJto eeleln'ate the jooks Tliiit build in woodj places mirk mid uliill. My neighbor, too, misled, on sturdy hooks A piiiuu d cago iiangs froni his window 8Ü1 And liiars not in its eaplive's ev'iy tril] .Pleas fortbo liberty he n:ay not win. Those aru free, lust; throats witli tune that fill lly upper Windows where the ehn looks in. A glist'ring, tnrqnoise bay it overlooks, My pleasant bower, and a gentle hill ■Gilt with wild mustard blossouis. Tliere are nooks Beyond them doubtless which a littla skill In bailad making must misprize. To thrill The world with perfect laya let them begin Who ean. This theme beflts an humbler quill- My upper wiudow where the elm looks in. When day is over at the rumbling mili And slipped the gyves of office discipline, Here is an exorcist for ev'ry ill- My upper window where the elm looks in.


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