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After-recollections at sight of
the same Cottage.
When first I saw that dear abode
It was a lovely winters’ day:
– After a night of perilous storm5
The west wind ruled with gentle sway;
–A day so mild, it might have been
The first day of the gladsome Spring;
The robins warbled; & I heard
One solitary throstle sing.10
