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AFTER YEARS
I give God glory and grace
I am come home again
To the delightsome ways
And the wild soft rain.
Lights on the hill and plain
As in remembered days.
Now I am home again,
I give great praise.
I am come home again
To the delightsome ways
And the wild soft rain.
Lights on the hill and plain
As in remembered days.
Now I am home again,
I give great praise.
When I awake at dawn,
I hear the birdies sing;
Deep dews in field and lawn,
The mountains in a ring;
Life an enchanted thing,
The hour grey as a fawn;
I whisper thanksgiving
When I awake at dawn.
I hear the birdies sing;
Deep dews in field and lawn,
The mountains in a ring;
Life an enchanted thing,
The hour grey as a fawn;
I whisper thanksgiving
When I awake at dawn.
I seek no more the town,
Ah, wherefore should I go?
Hills to the sea look down,
The rivers softly flow.
With friends of long ago
Life has a golden crown,
In fields I used to know,
And meadows grey and brown.
Ah, wherefore should I go?
Hills to the sea look down,
The rivers softly flow.
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Life has a golden crown,
In fields I used to know,
And meadows grey and brown.
And if the night be chill,
Of fuel I have great store;
We heap the fire until
The faggots leap and roar.
All my beloveds of yore
Of talk shall take their fill
Till the grey dawn's at the door
And the grey wind at the sill.
Of fuel I have great store;
We heap the fire until
The faggots leap and roar.
All my beloveds of yore
Of talk shall take their fill
Till the grey dawn's at the door
And the grey wind at the sill.
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