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L'ENVOI
O mother, if the lyric god
Have touched my lips with country song,
Or if these simple airs are caught
From Music as she sings along
I care not, so their piping find
A comfort for your heart and mind.
Have touched my lips with country song,
Or if these simple airs are caught
From Music as she sings along
I care not, so their piping find
A comfort for your heart and mind.
O sweet for mothers growing old
To know their boys approach success!
And sweet for me if what I bring
Can flood your face with tenderness—
Can well-nigh make you hear again
Birds warbling in a Surrey lane.
To know their boys approach success!
And sweet for me if what I bring
Can flood your face with tenderness—
Can well-nigh make you hear again
Birds warbling in a Surrey lane.
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