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And then their ringing laughter steals

From some sequestered glen, A fitting place for fays to sport

Is pleasant Ilawthornden.

T were sweet indeed to linger here,

And list the streamlet s sound, And see poetic fancies spring

Up, like the flowers around; Up, as the creeping ivy wreathes

Its green and gadding spray, And from the gay and heartless crowd

Steal evermore away.

Yes, sweet, if life were but a dream,

And we, on charmed ground, "Were free to choose at pleasure s call,

And not to judgment bound. But Duty spreads a different path,

And we her call must ken ; And so a kind and long farewell

To classic Ilawthornden.

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