SONG.
Reading edition
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BY WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.
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These prairies glow with flowers,
These groves are tall and fair;
The mocking-bird with music fills
The fragrant morning air.
And yet I pine to see
My native hill once more,
And hear the sparrow’s friendly chirp
Beside its cottage door.
And he for whom I left
My native hill and brook,
Alas! I sometimes think I trace
A coldness in his look.
If I have lost his love,
I know my heart will break;
And haply they I left for him
Will sorrow for my sake.