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A Wish

Mine be a cot beside the hill,
A bee-hive's hum shall sooth my ear;
A willowy brook, that turns a mill,
With many a fall shall linger near.

The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch,
Shall twitter from her clay-built nest;
Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch,
And share my meal, a welcome guest.

Around my ivy'd porch shall spring
Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew;
And Lucy, at her wheel, shall sing
In russet gown and apron blue.

The village-church, among the trees,
Where first our marriage-vows were giv'n,
With merry peals shall swell the breeze,
And point with taper spire to heav'n.

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Owusu-Sekyere Enock 17 October 2021

Great job

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Owusu-Sekyere Enock 17 October 2021

Great job

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Owusu-Sekyere Enock 17 October 2021

Great job Jacob Daniel Laari

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Owusu-Sekyere Enock 16 October 2021

Great job

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Jacob Daniel Laari 16 October 2021

Beautiful poem around nature

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