'Twas something I could not define,

'Twas something I could not define,

 

Nor could it be expressed.

Nor could it be expressed.

 

 

While some admire the pompous pile,

While some admire the pompous pile,

 

Or glitt'ring, costly dome,

Or glitt'ring, costly dome,

 

I'd gaze upon those ancient trees,

I'd gaze upon those ancient trees,

 

Round that sweet rural home.

Round that sweet rural home.

 

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