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Blythe o'er the mead
the milk-maid trips lightly,
No care-cankered thought
t bs her cheek of the rose:
Contented and gay
she chants her love-ditty,
'Tis innocence only
this blessing bestows.

Around yon neat cottage,
where wild flowers bloom gaily,
Soft steals the pure stream
down its willowy shore;
There meek-eyed contentment
has chosen her dwelling,
And Peace, softly smiling,
reclines at the door.

How sweet from the dangers
of life's stormy ocean
Secure in this haven
of peace to repose,
To taste the pure pleasure,
the heart-felt emotion,
That innocence, innocence,
only bestows.