Hovel

The towering willow with its pliant boughs 
Sweeps its grey foliage to the autumn wind 
The level grounds where oft a group of cows 
Huddled together close or propped behind 
An hedge or hovel ruminate & find 
The peace as walks & health & I pursue 
For natures every place is still resigned 
To happiness new lifes in every view 
& here I comfort seek & early joys renew

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