[30] ["When shall I tread your garden path?"]

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When shall I tread your garden path?
Or climb your sheltering hill?
When shall I wander, free as air,
And track the foaming mill?


 

A prisoner on my pillowed couch5
Five years in feebleness I’ve lain,
Oh! Shall I e’er with vigorous step
Travel the hills again?


 

                          To Mr Carter        DW.

                                Nov 11 – 1836

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