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oh thou that bowest thy ecstatic face, thy perfect sorrows are the world’s to keep

wherefore unto thy knees come, we, with a prayer

Down a dirt road, over a covered bridge nestled off the path stands a cozy brick house. At first glance the home looks no bigger then one floor, perfect of the solitude life of a country hermit. If you are lucky enough the owner will invite you in for a drink where you will be amazed by the space inside. Inside the house, I was impressed with the sitting room and the carefully laid out decor.