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Anne Bronte - Home
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How brightly glistening in the sun 
      The woodland ivy plays! 
While yonder beeches from their barks 
      Reflect his silver rays.

That sun surveys a lovely scene 
      From softly smiling skies; 
And wildly through unnumbered trees 
      The wind of winter sighs:

Now loud, it thunders o`er my head, 
      And now in distance dies. 
But give me back my barren hills 
      Where colder breezes rise:

Where scarce the scattered, stunted trees 
      Can yield an answering swell, 
But where a wilderness of heath 
      Returns the sound as well.

For yonder garden, fair and wide, 
      With groves of evergreen, 
Long winding walks, and borders trim, 
      And velvet lawns between;

Restore to me that little spot, 
      With gray walls compassed round, 
Where knotted grass neglected lies, 
      And weeds usurp the ground.

Though all around this mansion high 
      Invites the foor to roam, 
And though the halls are fair within— 
      Oh, give me back my home!
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