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MY STEED WAS WEARY.
I
My steed was weary upon the hill,While the night came down and the winds blew chill;
But I thought of thee by the distant Nore,
And my heart was nerved for the way once more.
II
My steed was weary beside the wood,And I knew his weakness to swim the flood;
But I thought of thee by the distant Nore,
And I spurred him safe to the other shore.
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III
My steed was weary beside the fen;He saw the danger, and feared it then;
But I thought of thee by the distant Nore,
And safely, safely, I brought him o'er.
IV
My steed dropt down by the mountain lake,And I slept by his side in the wild ash brake,
And I dreamt of thee by the distant Nore,
Till the morning's splendours came shining o'er.
V
Then up I stood with my steed again,And I reached my home in the lowland plain,
And my thoughts of thee by the distant Nore
Were sweeter and brighter than e'er before.
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