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...ruin'd grounds, And, many a year elaps'd, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has giv'n my share — I still had...

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...ruin'd grounds ; And many a year elaps'd, returrtw Tfew Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew ; Rememb'rance wakes with all her busy train,...at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wartd'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has giv'n my share— I still had...

...And, many a year elaps'd, return to view Where onee the eottage stood, the hawthorn grew, Remembranee deformity, are wont to dwell ; Or whether these with violation loath'd, Invade resplenden wand'rings round this world of eare, In all my griefs — and God has giv'n my share— ¡ still had...

.................................. 2!)o FORTY YEARS IN THE WORLD; anii N". I. EARLY RECOLLECTIONS. Kemembrance wakes witli all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. GOLDSMITH. WHEN I was about five years old, I lost my mother. She was the only child of Captain Whitehead,...

...to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew. Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, at my breast, and turns the past to pain,. • In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has giv'n my share — I ctill had...

...been called away to other climes, feel sometime to revisit their native land. In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs, — and...to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; — And as a hare whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first he flew,...

...been called away to other climes, feel sometime to revisit their native land. In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs, — and...to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; — And as a hare whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first he flew,...