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To the Reader.
In wood and lane I wander free
And gather flowers from bank or tree;
And with a loving hand entwine
The hawthorn, rose, and eglantine;
And here I bring the wreath to thee.
And gather flowers from bank or tree;
And with a loving hand entwine
The hawthorn, rose, and eglantine;
And here I bring the wreath to thee.
Thy happy lot it may not be
To see the lark spring from the lea;
Or breathe the dewy odours fine
In wood and lane.
To see the lark spring from the lea;
Or breathe the dewy odours fine
In wood and lane.
But there are other fields Divine,
Which in dim city may be thine;
Where thou the Flower of flowers mayst see,
And catch the Spirit's melody;
Nor thine alone, but also mine
In wood and lane.
Which in dim city may be thine;
Where thou the Flower of flowers mayst see,
And catch the Spirit's melody;
Nor thine alone, but also mine
In wood and lane.
Londesborough Rectory, East Yorkshire, 1878.
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