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There is a place hung o'er with summer boughs / And drowsy skies wherein the gray hawk sleeps; / Where waters flow, within whose lazy deeps, / Like silvery prisms that the winds arouse, / The minnows twinkle; where the bells of cows / Tinkle the stillness, and the bob-white keeps / Calling from meadows where the reaper reaps, / And children's laughter haunts an old-time house; / A place where life wears ever an honest smell / Of hay and honey, sun and elder-bloom -- / Like some dear, modest 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.