Poems (Cary)/Content

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CONTENT.
My house is low and small, But behind a row of trees,I catch the golden fall Of the sunset in the seas;And a stone wall hanging white With the roses of the May,Were less pleasant to my sight Than the fading of to-day.From a brook a heifer drinks In a field of pasture ground,With wild violets and pinks For a border all around.
My house is small and low, But the willow by the doorDoth a cool deep shadow throw In the summer on my floor;And in long and rainy nights When the limbs of leaves are bare,I can see the window lights Of the homesteads otherwhere, ​My house is small and low, But with pictures such as theseOf the sunset and the row Of illuminated trees,And the heifer as she drinks From the field of meadowed ground,With the violets and pinks For a border all around,Let me never, foolish, pray For a vision wider spread,But contented, only say, Give me, Lord, my daily bread.
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