Samuel Woodworth quotes

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That moss-covered bucket I hailed as a treasure,
For often at noon, when returned from the field,
How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood,
When fond recollection presents them to view!
And now, far removed from the loved habitation,
The tear of regret will intrusively swell,
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