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Your love in a cottage is hungry, Your vine is a nest for flies   Your milkmaid shocks the Graces, And simplicity talks of pies! You lie down to your shady slumber And wake with a bug in your ear, And your damsel that walks in the morning Is shod like a mountaineer. YOUR LOVE IN A COTTAGE IS HUNGRY YOUR VINE'S A NEST FOR FLIES YOUR MILKMAID SHOCKS THE GRACES AND SIMPLICITY TALKS OF PIES YOU LIE DOWN TO YOUR SHADY SLUMBER AND WAKE WITH A BUG IN YOUR EAR AND YOUR DAMSEL THAT WALKS IN THE MORNING IS SHOD LIKE A MOUNTAINEER
 Over the fulness of the gathered sheaf. 'God hath been very good!' 'Tis He whose hand Moulded the sunny hills, and hollow'd out The shelter of the valleys, and doth keep The fountains in their secret places cool; And it is he who leadeth up the sun, And ordereth the starry influences, And tempereth the keenness of the frost-- And therefore, in the plenty of the feast, And in the lifting of the cup, let Him Have praises for the well-completed year. Nathaniel Parker Willis Love in a Cottage THEY may talk of love in a cottage And bowers of trellised vine-- Of nature bewitchingly simple, And milkmaids half divine; They may talk of the pleasure of sleeping In the shade of a spreading tree, And a walk in the fields at morning, By the side of a footstep free! But give me a sly flirtation By the light of a chandelier-- With music to play in the pauses, And nobody very near; Or a seat on a silken sofa, With a glass of pure old wine, And mamma too blind to discover The small white hand in mine.  LOVE IN A COTTAGE BUT NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS READ FOR LIBERVOC STOT ORG BY GALL CATO THEY MAY TALK OF LOVE IN A COTTAGE AND BOWERS OF TRELLISED VINE OF NATURE BEWITCHINGLY SIMPLE AND MILKMAIDS HALF DIVINE THEY MAY TALK OF THE PLEASURE OF SLEEPING IN THE SHADE OF A SPREADING TREE AND WALK IN THE FIELDS AT MORNING BY THE SIDE OF A FOOTSTEP FREE BUT GIVE ME A SLY FLIRTATION BY THE LIGHT OF A CHANDELIER WITH MUSIC TO PLAY IN THE PAUSES AND NOBODY VERY NEAR OR A SEAT ON A SILKEN SOFA WITH A GLASS OF PURE OLD WINE AND MAMMA TOO BLIND TO DISCOVER THE SMALL WHITE HAND IN MINE
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