A Quote by James Beattie

Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down, Where a green grassy turf is all I crave, With here and there a violet bestrewn, Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave; And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave!

James Beattie (1735 - 1803)

Source: The Minstrel. Book ii. Stanza 17.

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