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/ Old homes among the hills! I love their gardens; / Their old rock fences, that our day inherits; / Their doors, round which the great trees stand like wardens; / Their paths, down which the shadows march like spirits; / Broad doors and paths that reach bird-haunted gardens.
/ I see them gray among their ancient acres, / Severe of front, their gables lichen-sprinkled, -- / Like gentle-hearted, solitary Quakers, / Grave and religious, with kind faces wrinkled, -- / Serene among their memory-hallowed acres.