Admonition To A Traveller Admonition To A Traveller |
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Admonition To A TravellerAdmonition To A Traveller
Admonition To A Traveller
Yes, there is holy pleasure in thine eye!
- The lovely cottage in the guardian nook
Hath stirr`d thee deeply; with its own dear brook,
Its own small pasture, almost its own sky!
But covet not the abode; O do not sigh
As many do, repining while they look;
Intruders who would tear from Nature`s book
This precious leaf with harsh impiety:
- Think what the home must be if it were thine,
Even thine, though few thy wants! - Roof, window, door,
The very flowers are sacred to the Poor,
The roses to the porch which they entwine:
Yea, all that now enchants thee, from the day
On which it should be touch`d would melt away!
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