...every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm, And the babe 1 hear ! — But there's a tree, of many one, A single field which I have looked upon — Both of them...

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...every side In a thousand valleys far and wide Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm, And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm: — I hear, I hear,...a tree, of many, one, A single field which I have look'd upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale...

...every side In a thousand valleys far and wide Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm, And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm : — I hear, I hear,...a tree, of many, one, A single field which I have look'd upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale...

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...every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm — I hear, I hear, with joy I hear ! — But there 'sa tree, of many one, A single field which I have looked upon — Both of them speak of something...

...every side In a thousand valleys far and wide Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm: — I hear, I hear,...a tree, of many, one, A single field which I have look'd upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale...

...every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm, And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm : — I hear, I hear, with joy I hear ! — But there 'sa tree, of many one, A single field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something...

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