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VALEDICTORY.
Father, to you who taught meTo care for the wold and the fen,
Father, to you who brought me
Love of the Lincoln men,
These poor songs—in a tongue
That is dying, homely and harsh—
To you who are dead I have sung
From the fen and the wold and the marsh.
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