Native Scenes.
By John Clare
O Native scenes, nought to my heart clings nearer Than you, ye Edens of my youthful hours; Nought in this world warms my affections dearer Than you, ye plains of white and yellow flowers; Ye hawthorn hedge-rows, and ye woodbine bowers, Where youth has rov'd, and still where manhood roves The pasture-pathway 'neath the willow groves. Ah, as my eye looks o'er those lovely scenes, All the delights of former life beholding; Spite of the pain, the care that intervenes,-- When lov'd remembrance is her bliss unfolding, Picking her childish posies on your greens,-- My soul can pause o'er its distress awhile, And Sorrow's cheek find leisure for a smile.
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