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A HOUSE AND GROUNDS. 
On every herb on which you tread 
Are written words which, rightly read, 
Will lead you from earth’s fragrant sod, 
To hope, and holiness, and God. 
A House and Growds. 
A FRAGMENT. 
Leigh Hunt. 
GOOD old country lodge, half hid with blooms 
Of honeyed green, and quaint with straggling rooms, 
A few of which, white-bedded, and well-swept, 
For friends whose names endeared them should be kept; 
Of brick I’d have it, far more broad than high, 
With green up to the door, and elm-trees nigh ; 
And the warm sun should have it in his eye. 
The tip-toe traveller peeping through the boughs 
Of my low wall, should bless the pleasant house ; 
And, that my luck might not seem ill-bestowed, 
A bench and spring should greet him on the road. 
My grounds should not be large; I like to go 
To Nature for a range and prospect too, 
And cannot fancy she’ll comprise for me 
Even in a park her all-sufficiency. 


























