SAMUEL ROGERS

586 A Wish

MINE be a cot beside the hill, A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear, A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near.

The swallow oft beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest;

Oft shall the pilgqm lift the latch And share my meal, a welcome guest.

Around my ivied porch shall spring

Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew,

And Lucy at her wheel shall sing In russet gown and apron blue.

The village church among the trees,

Where first our mainage vows were given,

With merry peals shall swell the breeze " And point with taper spire to Heaven.

��CHARLES LAMB 5<?7 The Old Familiar Faces

I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

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