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Grandmother dear you do not know you have lived the old world life	A
Under the twittering eaves of home sheltered from storm and strife	A
Rocking cradles and covering jams knitting socks for baby feet	B
Or piecing together lavender bags for keeping the linen sweet	B
Daughter wife and mother in turn and each with a blameless breast	C
Then saying your prayers when the nightfall came and quietly dropping to rest	C
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You must not think Granny I speak in scorn for yours have been well spent days	D
And none ever paced with more faithful feet the dutiful ancient ways	D
Grandfather's gone but while he lived you clung to him close and true	E
And mother's heart like her eyes I know came to her straight from you	E
If the good old times at the good old pace in the good old grooves would run	F
One could not do better I'm sure of that than do as you all have done	F
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But the world has wondrously changed Granny since the days when you were young	G
It thinks quite different thoughts from then and speaks with a different tongue	G
The fences are broken the cords are snapped that tethered man's heart to home	H
He ranges free as the wind or the wave and changes his shore like the foam	H
He drives his furrows through fallow seas he reaps what the breakers sow	I
And the flash of his iron flail is seen mid the barns of the barren snow	J
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He has lassoed the lightning and led it home he has yoked it unto his need	K
And made it answer the rein and trudge as straight as the steer or steed	K
He has bridled the torrents and made them tame he has bitted the champing tide	L
It toils as his drudge and turns the wheels that spin for his use and pride	L
He handles the planets and weighs their dust he mounts on the comet's car	M
And he lifts the veil of the sun and stares in the eyes of the uttermost star	M
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'Tis not the same world you knew Granny its fetters have fallen off	N
The lowliest now may rise and rule where the proud used to sit and scoff	N
No need to boast of a scutcheoned stock claim rights from an ancient wrong	O
All are born with a silver spoon in their mouths whose gums are sound and strong	O
And I mean to be rich and great Granny I mean it with heart and soul	P
At my feet is the ball I will roll it on till it spins through the golden goal	P
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Out on the thought that my copious life should trickle through trivial days	D
Myself but a lonelier sort of beast watching the cattle graze	D
Scanning the year's monotonous change gaping at wind and rain	Q
Or hanging with meek solicitous eyes on the whims of a creaking vane	Q
Wretched if ewes drop single lambs blest so is oilcake cheap	R
And growing old in a tedious round of worry surfeit and sleep	R
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You dear old Granny how sweet your smile and how soft your silvery hari	S
But all has moved on while you sate still in your cap and easy chair	T
The torch of knowledge is lit for all it flashes from hand to hand	U
The alien tongues of the earth converse and whisper from strand to strand	U
The very churches are changed and boast new hymns new rites new truth	V
Men worship a wiser and greater God than the halfknown God of your youth	V
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What marry Connie and set up house and dwell where my fathers dwelt	W
Giving the homely feasts they gave and kneeling where they knelt	W
She is pretty and good and void I am sure of vanity greed or guile	X
But she has not travelled nor seen the world and is lacking in air and style	X
Women now are as wise and strong as men and vie with men in renown	Y
The wife that will help to build my fame was not bred near a country town	Y
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What a notion to figure at parish boards and wrangle o'er cess and rate	Z
I who mean to sit for the county yet and vote on an Empire's fate	Z
To take the chair at the Farmers' Feast and tickle their bumpkin ears	A2
Who must shake a senate before I die and waken a people's cheers	A2
In the olden days was no choice so sons to the roof of their fathers clave	N
But now 'twere to perish before one's time and to sleep in a living grave	N
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I see that you do not understand How should you Your memory clings	B2
To the simple music of silenced days and the skirts of vanishing things	B2
Your fancy wanders round ruined haunts and dwells upon oft told tales	C2
Your eyes discern not the widening dawn nor your ears catch the rising gales	C2
But live on Granny till I come back and then perhaps you will own	D2
The dear old Past is an empty nest and the Present the brood that is flown ''	-
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And so my dear you've come back at last I always fancied you would	E2
Well you see the old home of your childhood's days is standing where it stood	E2
The roses still clamber from porch to roof the elder is white at the gate	Z
And over the long smooth gravel path the peacock still struts in state	Z
On the gabled lodge as of old in the sun the pigeons sit and coo	E
And our hearts my dear are no whit more changed but have kept still warm for you	E
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You'll find little altered unless it be me and that since my last attack	F2
But so that you only give me time I can walk to the church and back	F2
You bade me not die till you returned and so you see I lived on	G2
I'm glad that I did now you've really come but it's almost time I was gone	H2
I suppose that there isn't room for us all and the old should depart the first	I2
That's as it should be What is sad is to bury the dead you've nursed	I2
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Won't you have bit nor sup my dear Not even a glass of whey	J2
The dappled Alderney calved last week and the baking is fresh to day	J2
Have you lost your appetite too in town or is it you've grown over nice	K2
If you'd rather have biscuits and cowslip wine they'll bring them up in a trice	K2
But what am I saying Your coming down has set me all in a maze	D
I forgot that you travelled here by train I was thinking of coaching days	D
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There sit you down and give me your hand and tell me about it all	L2
From the day that you left us keen to go to the pride that had a fall	L2
And all went well at the first So it does when we're young and puffed with hope	M2
But the foot of the hill is quicker reached the easier seems the slope	M2
And men thronged round you and women too Yes that I can understand	U
When there's gold in the palm the greedy world is eager to grasp the hand	U
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I heard them tell of your smart town house but I always shook my head	N2
One doesn't grow rich in a year and a day in the time of my youth 'twas said	N2
Men do not reap in the spring my dear nor are granaries filled in May	J2
Save it be with the harvest of former years stored up for a rainy day	J2
The seasons will keep their own true time you can hurry nor furrow nor sod	O2
It's honest labour and steadfast thrift that alone are blest by God	O2
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You say you were honest I trust you were nor do I judge you my dear	P2
I have old fashioned ways and it's quite enough to keep one's own conscience clear	P2
But still the commandment Thou shalt not steal '' though a simple and ancient rule	Q2
Was not made for modern cunning to baulk nor for any new age to befool	Q2
And if my growing rich unto others brought but penury chill and grief	N
I should feel though I never had filched with my hands I was only a craftier thief	N
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That isn't the way they look at it there All worshipped the rising sun	F
Most of all the fine lady in pride of purse you fancied your heart had won	F
I don't want to hear of her beauty or birth I reckon her foul and low	Q2
Far better a steadfast cottage wench than grand loves that come and go	Q2
To cleave to their husbands through weal through woe is all women have to do	E
In growing as clever as men they seem to have matched them in fickleness too	E
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But there's one in whose heart has your image still dwelt through many an absent day	J2
As the scent of a flower will haunt a closed room though the flower be taken away	J2
Connie's not quite so young as she was no doubt but faithfulness never grows old	R2
And were beauty the only fuel of love the warmest hearth soon would grow cold	R2
Once you thought that she had not travelled and knew nei	F

Alfred Austin

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