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THE DEDICATION OF “A SUMMER CHRISTMAS.” |
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THE DEDICATION OF “A SUMMER CHRISTMAS.”
To Mrs George Cawston.]
To You, with whom I wandered oft,
Ere overseas swift ship I took,
Where Ingleborough looms aloft
Or in a Surrey orchard-nook,
To You I dedicate this book.
For Wattle, though I sang not Oak,
And Austral creek not English brook,
Yet English hearts love English folk.
Ere overseas swift ship I took,
Where Ingleborough looms aloft
Or in a Surrey orchard-nook,
To You I dedicate this book.
For Wattle, though I sang not Oak,
And Austral creek not English brook,
Yet English hearts love English folk.
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To You beneath whose roof so oft,
Ere overseas swift ship I took,
Upon the ball-room skirmish soft
'Twixt brave and fair 'twas mine to look,
To You I dedicate this book.
Though later southern beauty woke
Chords which my deepest heartstrings shook,
Yet English hearts love English folk.
Ere overseas swift ship I took,
Upon the ball-room skirmish soft
'Twixt brave and fair 'twas mine to look,
To You I dedicate this book.
Though later southern beauty woke
Chords which my deepest heartstrings shook,
Yet English hearts love English folk.
To You the friend to whom so oft,
Ere overseas swift ship I took,
Heroes I sang on hills aloft
And wooers in a woodland nook,
To You I dedicate this book.
Though myths of stranger lands I spoke
And for strange lands my own forsook,
Yet English hearts love English folk.
Ere overseas swift ship I took,
Heroes I sang on hills aloft
And wooers in a woodland nook,
To You I dedicate this book.
Though myths of stranger lands I spoke
And for strange lands my own forsook,
Yet English hearts love English folk.
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Envoy.
To You I dedicate this book,And Wattle though I sang not Oak
And Austral creek not English brook,
Yet English hearts love English folk.
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