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THE COMMON JOYS.
This bleak and black November,
When light has left the sky,
It's pleasant to remember
The glories of July.
The summer sun was mellow,
The summer air was mild
When through the cornfields yellow
I bore my little child.
When light has left the sky,
It's pleasant to remember
The glories of July.
The summer sun was mellow,
The summer air was mild
When through the cornfields yellow
I bore my little child.
A wondering laverock started
Before us from the grass;
The golden wheat-ears parted
Bowing, to let us pass;
The poppies stared, and rounder
The gazing oxeyes grew;
From clover-bloom that bound her
A wanton wild-bee flew.
Before us from the grass;
The golden wheat-ears parted
Bowing, to let us pass;
The poppies stared, and rounder
The gazing oxeyes grew;
From clover-bloom that bound her
A wanton wild-bee flew.
Came near and nearer gliding
In undulating sheen,
Upon the corn-tops riding,
The wind, that walks unseen.
Her breath of balm about us
Fell like a mantle's fold,
And care was cast without us,
And time from off us rolled.
In undulating sheen,
Upon the corn-tops riding,
The wind, that walks unseen.
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Fell like a mantle's fold,
And care was cast without us,
And time from off us rolled.
My little king sat singing
In triumph full and sweet,
While earth and air were bringing
Their tribute to his feet.
The clouds upon my spirit
Were melted in his mirth,
So glad did he inherit
The common joys of earth!
In triumph full and sweet,
While earth and air were bringing
Their tribute to his feet.
The clouds upon my spirit
Were melted in his mirth,
So glad did he inherit
The common joys of earth!
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