 | Poems of Rural Life in Common English |  |
H.
My new-built house's brick-red side
A few years since was clay unfound;
My reeden roof, outslanting wide,
Was yet in seed, unsprung from ground.
And now no house on Woodcombe land
Is put much better out of hand
Than this, that I, through time and tide,
Was bent to build for you to guide.
W.
I'll try with heart, and hand, and head,
That you shall speed as you have sped.
My new-built house's brick-red side
A few years since was clay unfound;
My reeden roof, outslanting wide,
Was yet in seed, unsprung from ground.
84
Is put much better out of hand
Than this, that I, through time and tide,
Was bent to build for you to guide.
W.
I'll try with heart, and hand, and head,
That you shall speed as you have sped.
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