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THE MAKER
To Maude Egerton King
God made the country,
Man made the town.
God clad the country
In a green gown.
Man made the town.
God clad the country
In a green gown.
Clad her in kirtle
Of the green silk.
God made the country
Of honey and milk.
Of the green silk.
God made the country
Of honey and milk.
Poor folk from Eden
Driven away,
God made the country
For a holiday.
Driven away,
God made the country
For a holiday.
God gave the country
A flower, a bird,
To comfort His children
For the flaming sword.
A flower, a bird,
To comfort His children
For the flaming sword.
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For easing and pleasing
He made a tree,
Many a sweet rivulet,
Dew and the bee.
He made a tree,
Many a sweet rivulet,
Dew and the bee.
God made the country,
Man made the town.
Is not God a maker
Of great renown?
Man made the town.
Is not God a maker
Of great renown?
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