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Will you walk with me to the brow of the hill to visit the farmer's wife	A
Whose daughter lies in the churchyard now eased of the ache of life	A
Half a mile by the winding lane another half to the top	B
There you may lean o'er the gate and rest she will want me awhile to stop	B
Stop and talk of her girl that is gone and no more will wake or weep	C
Or to listen rather for sorrow loves to babble its pain to sleep	C
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How thick with acorns the ground is strewn rent from their cups and brown	D
How the golden leaves of the windless elms come singly fluttering down	D
The briony hangs in the thinning hedge as russet as harvest corn	E
The straggling blackberries glisten jet the haws are red on the thorn	E
The clematis smells no more but lifts its gossamer weight on high	F
If you only gazed on the year you would think how beautiful 'tis to die	F
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The stream scarce flows underneath the bridge they have dropped the sluice of the mill	G
The roach bask deep in the pool above and the water wheel is still	G
The meal lies quiet on bin and floor and here where the deep banks wind	H
The water mosses nor sway nor bend so nothing seems left behind	H
If the wheels of life would but sometimes stop and the grinding awhile would cease	I
'Twere so sweet to have without dying quite just a spell of autumn peace	I
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Cottages four two new two old each with its clambering rose	J
Lath and plaster and weather tiles these brick faced with stone are those	J
Two crouch low from the wind and the rain and tell of the humbler days	K
Whilst the other pair stand up and stare with a self asserting gaze	K
But I warrant you'd find the old as snug as the new did you lift the latch	L
For the human heart keeps no whit more warm under slate than beneath the thatch	L
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Tenants of two of them work for me punctual sober true	M
I often wish that I did as well the work I have got to do	M
Think not to pity their lowly lot nor wish that their thoughts soared higher	N
The canker comes on the garden rose and not on the wilding brier	N
Doubt and gloom are not theirs and so they but work and love they live	O
Rich in the only valid boons that life can withhold or give	P
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Here is the railway bridge and see how straight do the bright lines keep	C
With pheasant copses on either side or pastures of quiet sheep	C
The big loud city lies far away far too is the cliffbound shore	Q
But the trains that travel betwixt them seem as if burdened with their roar	Q
Yet quickly they pass and leave no trace not the echo e'en of their noise	R
Don't you think that silence and stillness are the sweetest of all our joys	R
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Lo yonder the Farm and these the ruts that the broad wheeled wains have worn	E
As they bore up the hill the faggots sere or the mellow shocks of corn	E
The hops are gathered the twisted bines now brown on the brown clods lie	F
And nothing of all man sowed to reap is seen betwixt earth and sky	F
Year after year doth the harvest come though at summer's and beauty's cost	S
One can only hope when our lives grow bare some reap what our hearts have lost	T
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And this is the orchard small and rude and uncaredfor but oh in spring	U
How white is the slope with cherry bloom and the nightingales sit and sing	U
You would think that the world had grown young once more had forgotten death and fear	V
That the nearest thing unto woe on earth was the smile of an April tear	W
That goodness and gladness were twin were one The robin is chorister now	X
The russet fruit on the ground is piled and the lichen cleaves to the bough	X
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Will you lean o'er the gate whilst I go on You can watch the farmyard life	A
The beeves the farmer's hope and the poults that gladden his thrifty wife	A
Or turning look on the hazy weald you will not be seen from here	Y
Till your thoughts like it grow blurred and vague and mingle the far and near	V
Grief is a flood and not a spring whatever in grief we say	Z
And perhaps her woe should she see me alone will run more quickly away	Z
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I thought you would come this morning ma'am Yes Edith at last has gone	A2
To morrow's a week ay just as the sun right into her window shone	B2
Went with the night the vicar says where endeth never the day	Z
But she's left a darkness behind her here I wish she had taken away	Z
She is no longer with us but we seem to be always with her	N
In the lonely bed where we laid her last and can't get her to speak or stir	N
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Yes I'm at work 'tis time I was I should have begun before	Q
But this is the room where she lay so still ere they carried her past the door	Q
I thought I never could let her go where it seems so lonely of nights	C2
But now I am scrubbing and dusting down and seting the place to rights	C2
All I have kept are the flowers there the last that stood by her bed	D2
I suppose I must throw them away She looked much fairer when she was dead	D2
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Thank you for thinking of her so much Kind thought is the truest friend	E2
I wish you had seen how pleased she was with the peaches you used to send	E2
She tired of them too ere the end so she did with all we tried	F2
But she liked to look at them all the same so we set them down by her side	F2
Their bloom and the flush upon her cheek were alike I used to say	Z
Both were so smooth and soft and round and both have faded away	Z
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I never could tell you how kind too were the ladies up at the hall	G2
Every noon or fair or wet one of them used to call	G2
Worry and work seems ours but yours pleasant and easy days	K
And when all goes smooth the rich and poor have different lives and ways	K
Sorrow and death bring men more close 'tis joy that puts us apart	H2
'Tis a comfort to think though we're severed so we're all of us one at heart	H2
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She never wished to be smart and rich as so many in these days do	M
Nor cared to go in on market days to stare at the gay and new	M
She liked to remain at home and pluck the white violets down in the wood	I2
She said to her sisters before she died 'Tis so easy to be good '	-
She must have found it so I think and that was the reason why	F
God deemed it needless to leave her here so took her up to the sky	F
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The vicar says that he knows she is there and surely she ought to be	J2
But though I repeat the words 'tis hard to believe what one does not see	J2
They did not want me to go to the grave but I could not have kept away	Z
And whatever I do I can only see a coffin and church yard clay	Z
Yes I know it's wrong to keep lingering there and wicked and weak to fret	K2
And that's why I'm hard at work again for it helps one to forget	K2
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The young ones don't seem to take to work as their mothers and fathers did	L2
We never were asked if we liked or no but had to obey when bid	L2
There's Bessie won't swill the dairy now nor Richard call home the cows	M2
And all of them cry How can you mother ' when I carry the wash to the sows	J
Edith would drudge for Death one's hearth of the helpful one always robs	N2
But she was so pretty I could not bear to set her on dirty jobs	N2
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I don't know how it'll be with them when sorrow and loss are theirs	O2
For it isn't likely that they'll escape their pack of worrits and cares	O2
They say it's an age of progress this and a sight of things improves	P2
But sickness and age and bereavement seem to work in the same old grooves	P2
Fine they may grow and that but Death as lief takes the moth as the grub	Q2
When their dear ones die I suspect they'll wish they'd a floor of their own to scrub	Q2
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Some day they'll have a home of their own much grander than this no doubt	R2
But polish the porch as you will you can't keep doctors and coffins out	R2
I've done very well with my fowls this year but what are pullets and eggs	S2
When the heart in vain at the door of the grave the return of the lost one begs	S2
The rich have leisure to wail and weep the poor haven't time to be sad	T2
If the cream hadn't been so contrairy this week I think grief would have driven me mad	T2
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How does my husband bear up you ask Well thank you ma'am fairly well	U2
For he too is busy just now you see with the wheat and the hops	V2

Alfred Austin

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