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w. P. P. 
And the nook assigned to thee, 
It shall be 
Just the soothest, sunniest spot 
On the noon-side of our cot, 
Where, throughout the Winter day. 
Little prattling ones shall play 
’Mid the leafy shades so sweet, 
At thy feet. 
So then, prithee, come with me, 
Hapless tree 1 
And beneath my lowly roof, 
Let thy greeting be a proof 
That the peasant’s humble door 
To the wretched evermore, 
With as wide a welcome swings 
As a king’s ! 
