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COUNTRY LIFE.

A quiet, little, shaded spot,
 Far from the busy town,—
I rise at morn, gay as the lark,
 In peace at night lay down.
My children prattle by my side,
 Their father makes the hay,
Oh! who could be more blithe than us,
 More happy all the day?

I make my garden, tend my flowers,
 And watch the busy bee;
And sometimes rove amid the woods
 With footsteps light and free;