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AT HOLNE
At Holne in the Church-House who sojourns, marry!Blesses the name of Easterbrook, and vows
No inn from it the palm of praise can carry;
Nor care he lacks, nor comforts culinary,
At Holne in the Church-House.
Beneath the frown of Dartmoor's rugged brows
With far-thrown fly he strikes the dappled quarry,
Wading, or where the safer bank allows.
He hath not learned the thrusts of fate to parry,
Nor plucked the brightest blossom from life's boughs,
Who, April-led, hath ne'er been taught to tarry
At Holne in the Church-House.
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