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THE FIELDS.

Whene'er I take my walks abroad
And see the fields outspread,
My heart leaps up to thank that God
Who such sweet things has made.
But dear as are the fields I know,
And like friends' faces kind,
Some, more than others, when I go,
I carry in my mind.
Some, more than others, beckon me
From out the dusty town,
With “Come and lie beneath a tree
And fling your burthen down.”
Some, more than others, make a breast
Where my tired thoughts may lean,
With “Turn again and take your rest
All in a shadow green.”
And why a certain field should prove,
When far away I range,
More than another in my love
I find it passing strange.
For each displays the velvet floor,
And each the grove ashine;
And some have purling streams, and more
The quietly breathing kine.

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I love them all; yet when I leave
And in the sad town mourn,
Some haunt me at the morn and eve,
And call me to return.
And each has many birds and flowers,
Each spreads a golden sheet
When the sweet Summer's in the bowers
And Cuckoo's calling sweet.
And one I never hear at all
Wherever I may roam;
While one at dawn and even-fall
Calls me and calls me home.
Dear are the fields; and yet 'tis plain
One has one's dearest friends
Among the fields as among men;
And there the wonder ends.