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Written on the Road, Within a Few Miles of Stockholm
- HERE, far from all the pomp ambition seeks,
- Much sought, but only whilst untasted praised,
- Content and innocence, with rosy cheeks,
- Enjoy the simple shed their hands have raised.
- On a grey rock it stands, whose fretted base
- The distant cat'ract's murm'ring waters lave,
- Whilst o'er its mossy roof, with varying grace,
- The slender branches of the white birch wave.
- Around the forest-fir is heard to sigh,
- On which the pensive ear delights to dwell,
- Whilst, as the gazing trav'ller passes by,
- The grey goat, starting, sounds his tinkling bell.
- Oh! in my native land, ere life's decline,
- May such a spot, so wild, so sweet, be mine!
- Sir John Carr
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