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"H O M E"
by ACTON BELL
How brightly glistening
in the sun
That sun surveys a lovely scene
Now loud, it thunders o'er my head,
Where scarce the scattered, stunted trees
For yonder garden, fair and wide,
Restore to me that little spot,
Though all around this mansion high
(Anne Bronte)
(1820-1849)
N. Yorkshire, England
(published 1846)
The woodland ivy plays!
While yonder beeches
from their barks
Reflect his silvery ways.
From softly smiling skies;
And wildly through unnumbered trees
The wind of winter sighs:
And now in distance dies.
But give me back my barren hills
Where colder breezes rise;
Can yield an answering swell,
But where a wilderness of heath
Returns the sound as well.
With groves of evergreen,
Long winding walks, and borders trim,
And velvet lawns between;
With grey walls compassed round,
Where knotted grass neglected lies,
And weeds usurp the ground.
Invites the foot to roam,
And though its halls are fair within--
Oh, give me back my Home!