THE GREEN HILL-SIDE
How well I know that long ago, ere Reason oped her eyes,
My spirit ask'd for "something more," with deep and earnest sighs;
How well I know that Childhood's glow flush'd redder on my brow,
When wanderers came home at night, and brought a forest bough.
My spirit ask'd for "something more," with deep and earnest sighs;
How well I know that Childhood's glow flush'd redder on my brow,
When wanderers came home at night, and brought a forest bough.
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