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<h2><SPAN name="poem23"></SPAN>A WISH.</h2>
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Mine be a cot beside the hill,<br/>
A bee-hive’s hum shall sooth my ear;<br/>
A willowy brook, that turns a mill,<br/>
With many a fall shall linger near.<br/>
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The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch,<br/>
Shall twitter from her clay-built nest;<br/>
Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch,<br/>
And share my meal, a welcome guest.<br/>
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Around my ivy’d porch shall spring<br/>
Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew;<br/>
And Lucy, at her wheel, shall sing<br/>
In russet gown and apron blue.<br/>
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The village-church, among the trees,<br/>
Where first our marriage-vows were giv’n,<br/>
With merry peals shall swell the breeze,<br/>
And point with taper spire to heav’n.</p>
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