ADMONITION TO A TRAVELLER. by W. WORDSWORTH.
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| ADMONITION TO A TRAVELLER. | |
| Yes, there is holy pleasure in thine eye! --The lovely cottage in the guardian nook Hath stirr'd thee deeply; with its own dear brook, Its own small pasture, almost its own sky! But covet not the abode--O do not sigh As many do, repining while they look; Intruders who would tear from Nature's book This precious leaf with harsh impiety: --Think what the home would be if it were thine, Even thine, though few thy wants!--Roof, window, door, The very flowers are sacred to the Poor, The roses to the porch which they entwine: Yea, all that now enchants thee, from the day On which it should be touch'd would melt away! |
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