Poems.
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THE WOODMAN'S COTTAGE.
Beside the lake, a Cottage stood,
Of humble, rustic mien;
While far around, a thickly wood
Bounded the forest scene.
Beneath that lowly roof there dwelt
A woodman and his wife;
To whom kind Providence had dealt
The sweets of human life.
Of humble, rustic mien;
While far around, a thickly wood
Bounded the forest scene.
Beneath that lowly roof there dwelt
A woodman and his wife;
To whom kind Providence had dealt
The sweets of human life.
A little farm he tilled with care,
Which well repaid his toil;
Content made sweet his humble fare,
Culled from his rural soil.
His fond wife shared with him the sweets,
Of dear domestic joy;
The centre where all pleasure meets,
And nought should e'er destroy.
Which well repaid his toil;
Content made sweet his humble fare,
Culled from his rural soil.
His fond wife shared with him the sweets,
Of dear domestic joy;
The centre where all pleasure meets,
And nought should e'er destroy.
One little boy, a Father's pride,
Was all the pledge they had;
And more to them, than the world beside,
Was this joyous hearted lad.
And when their daily toil was o'er.
And the sun had sought the west,
When twilight on the sea and shore,
In darkening hues was drest;
Was all the pledge they had;
And more to them, than the world beside,
Was this joyous hearted lad.
And when their daily toil was o'er.
And the sun had sought the west,
When twilight on the sea and shore,
In darkening hues was drest;
