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Give Me A Roof Where Wisdom Dwells
(30 May 1835 – 2 June 1913 / Headingley)

Give Me A Roof Where Wisdom Dwells

Give me a roof where Wisdom dwells,
Where honeysuckle smiles and smells,
A bleating flock, some lowing kine,
An honest welcome always mine,
A homely draught, a humble meal,

Leisure to live, to think, to feel,
A narrow plot, a prospect wide,
A patch upon the mountain side!
From these my heart you will not wean
For Fashion's tinsel, Splendour's sheen,
The Sceptre's favour, Senate's prize,
No, nor the Empire of your eyes.
Farewell! The Valley be your own!
And I will scale the heights,-alone.

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Great poem about how all he needs to be happy is be at peace with nature, and how he would not give up his love of nature even for his love of England (which is saying a lot, since anyone who reads Austin will quickly realize those are his two main passions in life) .