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Golden haired and golden heartedI would ever have you be,
As you were when last we
Smiling slow and sad at me
Oh

Goldsmith wrote Deserted Village, Now again reduced to tillage; Once happiest village of the plain, Place now you look for it in vain; There but one man he doth make rich, And hundreds struggle in the ditch; "Ill fare the land to many ills a ...

IS a green isle set in a silver water, A fairy isle where the shamrock grows
Land of Legend, the Dream-Queen’s daughter— Out of the Fairies’ hands She rose
They touched Her harp with a tender sighing, A spirit-song from a world afar,