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| I REMEMBER a house where all were good | |
| To me, God knows, deserving no such thing: | |
| Comforting smell breathed at very entering, | |
| Fetched fresh, as I suppose, off some sweet wood. | |
| That cordial air made those kind people a hood | 5 |
| All over, as a bevy of eggs the mothering wing | |
| Will, or mild nights the new morsels of spring: | |
| Why, it seemed of course; seemed of right it should. | |
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| Lovely the woods, waters, meadows, combes, vales, | |
| All the air things wear that build this world of Wales; | 10 |
| Only the inmate does not correspond: | |
| God, lover of souls, swaying considerate scales, | |
| Complete thy creature dear O where it fails, | |
| Being mighty a master, being a father and fond. | |
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| See Notes. |
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