Poems (Sherwin)/Lines written in a country town
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LINES WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY TOWN.
Hail, lovely spot! Where peace lives undisturbed,
And beauty dwells in each surrounding scene.
I love to linger in thy quiet streets,
Noting thy kind inhabitants, whose smiles
Bespeak hearts pure, and fraught with happiness.
And beauty dwells in each surrounding scene.
I love to linger in thy quiet streets,
Noting thy kind inhabitants, whose smiles
Bespeak hearts pure, and fraught with happiness.
No haughty looks of self-approving scorn,
No signs of would-be greatness intervene,
To ruffle or disturb the general union.
Here trade and husbandry go hand in hand,
And render all one scene of social bliss.
No signs of would-be greatness intervene,
To ruffle or disturb the general union.
Here trade and husbandry go hand in hand,
And render all one scene of social bliss.
"Nor are thy landscapes less inviting."
Soft o'er thy fertile cultivated plains
The hand of beauty sheds her liveliest tints.
Soft o'er thy fertile cultivated plains
The hand of beauty sheds her liveliest tints.
The flowery fields, the meadows richly green,
Through which the winding river sweetly glides,
And murmers gently as it flows along,—
The rising hills—the widely spreading vales—
Conspire to raise sensations of delight,
Of peace—of admiration—and of love.
Through which the winding river sweetly glides,
And murmers gently as it flows along,—
The rising hills—the widely spreading vales—
Conspire to raise sensations of delight,
Of peace—of admiration—and of love.