THE COMMON BROOM. 
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Then speak to me of by-gone days, 
And tell me, for thou sure canst tell, 
If peace forsake the peasant’s eot 
In regal hall to dwell.’ 
‘ Ah ! lady, deem not so — grim care 
Too oft a monarch’s path attends, 
And sentinels his palace gate, 
And o’er his pillow bends. 
For me, far rather would I deck 
The milkmaid’s than the chieftain’s brow ; 
And blossom on this verdant knoll, 
Than in trim gardens grow.’ 
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