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168
WHAT IS IT?
Though I love the charms
Of the home-fire bright,
I am under arms
Both by day and night.
Of the home-fire bright,
I am under arms
Both by day and night.
Not upon my back
Do I bear my loads;
Legs I do not lack,
Yet avoid the roads.
Do I bear my loads;
Legs I do not lack,
Yet avoid the roads.
Though I never shun
Duty's hard decree,
Yet some other one
Makes my rounds for me.
Duty's hard decree,
Yet some other one
Makes my rounds for me.
169
Kings may stand—but yet
A seat is found for me,
Though I never sit;—
How can these things be?
A seat is found for me,
Though I never sit;—
How can these things be?
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