Lines Written Beneath An Elm In The Churchyard Of Harrow On The Hill, Sept. 2, 1807 Comments
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Spot of my youth! whose hoary branches sigh,
Swept by the breeze that fans thy cloudless sky;
Where now alone I muse, who oft have trod,
With those I loved, thy soft and verdant sod;
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