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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.
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.
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.”
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.”
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
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.
One has one's dearest friends
Among the fields as among men;
And there the wonder ends.
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