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/ When I behold how some pursue / Fame, that is care's embodiment, / Or fortune, whose false face looks true, -- / A humble home with sweet content / Is all I ask for me and you.
/ A humble home, where pigeons coo, / Whose path leads under breezy lines / Of frosty-berried cedars to / A gate, one mass of trumpet-vines, / Is all I ask for me and you.