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THE HAPPY VALLEY

In the heart of the long bare uplands
It lies like a river of green;
And the trees each slope descending
Leave a flowery sward between:—
A flowery path for the children,
With the oak and the thorn on high;
Coverts to tempt the boldest,
And shelter-spots for the shy.
Come, Love, to the happy valley
Where the turf slopes smooth and dry:
At our feet the laughing children;
Above, the laughing sky.
Life has no hour more golden
Than thus on the grassy slope:
While we blend the age of reason
With the brighter age of hope.

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For Childhood is of the valley,
Haven'd from tempest and heat;
With flowers beyond its grasping,
And flowers beneath its feet;
Mid-age has the long bare uplands,
Bare to the heat and the rain:—
Come, Love, to the happy valley,
Children with children again.