In my father's house designed by him We played and slept and worked the fields Feasted on cherries and fresh boiled corn The generous gifts of garden yields, Knowing little of the world outside Attended churches with frankincense, The fragrance lingering in our heart The snowfall winter white and dense Sign of Nature's perfect art.
Poems Undated (1727)
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