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/ There is a place hung o'er of summer boughs / And dreamy skies wherein the gray hawk sleeps; / Where water flows, within whose lazy deeps, / Like silvery prisms where the sunbeams drowse, / The minnows twinkle; where the bells of cows / Tinkle the stillness; and the bobwhite keeps / Calling from meadows where the reaper reaps, / And children's laughter haunts an oldtime house: / A place where life wears ever an honest smell / Of hay and honey, sun and elder-bloom, -- / Like some sweet, simple girl, -- within her hair; / Where, with our love for comrade, we may dwell / Far from the city's strife, whose cares consume. -- / Oh, take my hand and let me lead you there.