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INE be a cot beside the hill;

A beehive's hum shall soothe my

ear;

A willowy brook, that turns a mill,
With many a fall, shall linger near.

The swallow oft beneath my thatch
Shall twitter from her clay-built nest;
Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch,
And share my meal, a welcome guest.

Around my ivied porch shall spring

Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew; And Lucy at her wheel shall sing, In russet gown and apron blue.

The village church among the trees,

Where first our marriage vows were given, With merry peals shall swell the breeze, And point with taper spire to heaven.

Rogers.

A MOTHER'S JOYS.

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'VE gear enough, I've gear enough, I've bonnie bairnies three;

Their welfare is a mine of wealth, Their love a crown to me.

The joys, the dear delights they bring,
I'm sure I'd not agree

To change for every worldly good
That could be given me.

Let others flaunt in Fashion's ring,
Seek rank and high degree;

I wish them joy with all my heart,—
They're envied not by me.

I would not give those loving looks,
The heaven of those smiles,
To bear the proudest name to be
The Queen of Britain's isles.

My sons are like their father, dear;
And all the neighbors tell

That my young blue-eyed daughter's just
The picture o' mysel'.

O, blessings on my darlings all!
They're dear as summer's shine;
My heart runs o'er with happiness
To think that they are mine!

60 HIAWATHA'S JOURNEY HOMEWARD.

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At evening, morning, every hour,
I've an unchanging prayer,

That Heaven would my bairnies bless, -
My hope, my joy, my care.

I've gear enough, I've gear enough,
I've bonnie bairnies three;

Their welfare is a mine of wealth,
Their love a crown to me.

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William Fergurson.

HIAWATHA'S JOURNEY HOMEWARD.

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LEASANT was the journey homeward!
All the birds sang loud and sweetly
Songs of happiness and heart's-ease ;
Sang the blue-bird, the Owaissa, —
Happy are you, Hiawatha,

Having such a wife to love you!"
Sang the Opechee, the robin, —
Happy are you, Laughing Water,
Having such a noble husband!"
From the sky, the sun benignant
Looked upon them through the branches,

MY OWN FIRESIDE.

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Saying to them, "O, my children,
Love is sunshine, hate is shadow,
Life is checkered, shade and sunshine,-
Rule by love, O, Hiawatha."

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From the sky the moon looked at them, Filled the lodge with mystic splendors, Whispered to them,—"O, my children, Day is restless, night is quiet, Man imperious, woman feeble; Half is mine, although I follow;

Rule by patience, Laughing Water!"

H. W. Longfellow.

MY OWN FIRESIDE.

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ET others seek for empty joys,

At ball or concert, rout or play; Whilst far from Fashion's idle noise, Her gilded domes and trappings gay, I while the wintry eve away,

"Twixt book and lute the hours divide, And marvel how I e'er could stray

From thee. my own fireside!

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