Samuel Woodworth quotes:
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How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection recalls them to view; The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew.
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How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view.
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The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well.
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Then soon with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well.
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