In These Fair Vales Hath Many A Tree At Wordsworth'S Suit Been Spared; And From The Builder'S Hand This Stone, For Some Rude Beauty Of Its Own, Was Rescued By The Bard: So Let It Rest; And Time Will Come When Here The Tender-Hearted May Heave A Gentle Sigh For Him, As One Of The Departed.
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