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“I never view such scenes as these In grassy meadow, girt with trees, But comes a thought of her who now Sits with serenely patient brow Amid deep sufferings. None hath told More pleasant tales to young and old. Fondest was she of Father Thames, But rambled in Hellenic streams; Nor even there could any tell The country’s purer charms so well As Mary Mitford.