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The Sycamore at High Close
27th August, 1908.
Though no more now the shepherds sit to shear
Beneath thy murmuring shade, thy massy dome,
Thou standest still a beacon-sign of home
To all who climb the mountains far and near.
Rest still to men thou profferest, food and cheer
To valley birds and moorland bees that come,
Still conjurest from hard rock and fellside loam
This miracle of beauty year by year.
Beneath thy murmuring shade, thy massy dome,
Thou standest still a beacon-sign of home
To all who climb the mountains far and near.
Rest still to men thou profferest, food and cheer
To valley birds and moorland bees that come,
Still conjurest from hard rock and fellside loam
This miracle of beauty year by year.
Oh! would to God thou monitory tree,
Unto our hearts thy power and will were given
To seek the sunlight, for the wanderer's sake
Beacon to stand and scatter largesse free,
From out the nearest things around to make
Comfort for earth, and joy and song for Heaven.
Unto our hearts thy power and will were given
To seek the sunlight, for the wanderer's sake
Beacon to stand and scatter largesse free,
From out the nearest things around to make
Comfort for earth, and joy and song for Heaven.
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