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<SPAN name="startofbook"></SPAN> <h2>HOME.</h2> <p>How brightly glistening in the sun<br/> The woodland ivy plays!<br/> While yonder beeches from their barks<br/> Reflect his silver rays.<br/> <br/> That sun surveys a lovely scene<br/> From softly smiling skies;<br/> And wildly through unnumbered trees<br/> The wind of winter sighs:<br/> <br/> Now loud, it thunders o'er my head,<br/> And now in distance dies.<br/> But give me back my barren hills<br/> Where colder breezes rise;<br/> <br/> Where scarce the scattered, stunted trees<br/> Can yield an answering swell,<br/> But where a wilderness of heath<br/> Returns the sound as well.<br/> <br/> For yonder garden, fair and wide,<br/> With groves of evergreen,<br/> Long winding walks, and borders trim,<br/> And velvet lawns between;<br/> <br/> Restore to me that little spot,<br/> With gray walls compassed round,<br/> Where knotted grass neglected lies,<br/> And weeds usurp the ground.<br/> <br/> Though all around this mansion high<br/> Invites the foot to roam,<br/> And though its halls are fair within&mdash;<br/> Oh, give me back my HOME!<br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />