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Oh the dear summer evening How the air	A
is mellow with the delicate breath of flowers	B
and wafts of hay scent from the sunburnt swathes	B
how the glad song of life comes everywhence	B
from thousand harmless voices from blithe birds	B
that twitter on incessant sweet good nights	B
from homeward bees that through the clover tufts	B
stray booming pilfering treasures to the last	C
from sleepless crickets clamouring in the grass	B
to tell the world they're happy day and night	D
from the persistent rooks in their high town	E
from sheep in far off meadows life life life	F
it is the song they sing and to my mind	G
the song is very happy very good	H
My God I thank thee I have known this life	F
although I doubt not dying I shall learn	I
how greater and how happier is death	J
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Oh beautiful and various earth of ours	B
how good God made thee Ah I have lost much	K
mine is a very grey and dim earth now	L
but I can feel and hear and take in so	B
the joy of present beauty to my soul	M
and then I see it there O strange blurred mists	B
that mean the sky to me my twilight eyes	B
discern no more than you but I see more	N
I see this gold and glowing sunset spread	O
and break the pale blue sky with flashing clouds	B
I see the shadows soften on the hills	B
and the green summits brighten one by one	P
and purple in the nightfall one by one	P
Oh seeing can be done without the eyes	B
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Are those St Mary's church bells in the town	E
How far sound spreads to night St Mary's bells	B
chiming for evensong I would the way	Q
were not so over long for feeble limbs	B
and that the pathway and the still canal	R
had not so like a glimmer in the dusk	S
for I could gladly feel the peace of prayer	A
among the others in the quiet church	T
with silent graves seen through the open door	N
and rustling heard of slowly stirring leaves	B
And then 'tis pleasant too to hear the rhythm	U
of scholars' English and of words in books	B
'tis like the voice of some rare foreign tongue	V
familiar once and loved that howso heard	W
takes the glad ear with sweetness of old wont	X
Oh there's no sermon now so trite and crude	Y
but makes for me a sort of literature	Z
'tis my one echo now from that far world	A2
where books are read and written my world once	B
I listen as one listens note by note	B2
to some great symphony one knows by heart	C2
played powerlessly uncertainly with change	D2
and thinner chords to suit a learner's hand	E2
listening with pleasure part for what there is	B
and more for what there should be and what was	B
when long ago one used to hear the strain	F2
I seem to love words now because they are words	B
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Not that I'll call our Vicar's sermon words	B
no no he loves his God and loves his poor	G2
he makes his life one task of doing good	H
can such a man speak idly What he does	B
is proof to what he urges his week's life	F
soul to his Sunday preachings his shown faith	H2
the key to his expoundings one may learn	I
from such a man more things than he can teach	I2
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Alas the busy patience of his life	F
eager and resolute for little things	B
strenuous on petty labours which no voice	B
shall ever herald past the parish bounds	B
which maybe those who see them do not see	B
and those whose gain they are know not for gain	F2
does it not twit me with my languid years	B
drifted along expectant of a day	Q
when all my world should thank me I had waked	Q
My world ah after all a lesser one	P
than I discerned when I was of it still	J2
my world of men who learn and teach and learn	I
and then have only learned and taught and learned	Q
my world that has forgotten me a waif	K2
floated away from it on too rough tides	B
left spoiled and stranded to drop piece by piece	B
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Ah me the difference I have not known	L2
what envy means unless I know it now	L
when in my helplessness sick blind and poor	G2
past all fulfilling now with nought fulfilled	Q
I see our Vicar with his cheery look	M2
hurried and overladen with small cares	B
glad in his work because it is his work	N2
And he'll not envy me my garnered lore	N
stored up for moth and mildew what to him	O2
is any wisdom but to work and pray	Q
the denizens of our rustic market town	E
which ignorant strangers take and break our hearts	B
or just a village know no T bingen	E
have never heard of varying codices	B
love or love not the Christ of Luke and John	E
and have no guess of Renan's to their minds	B
belief and unbelief are simplest things	B
mere Yes and No and God must side with Yes	B
as kings must with the loyal But the love	P2
that comes of faith and faith that comes of love	P2
they can learn those of him and he can teach	I2
that plain man ignorant of philosophies	B
but wise enough to do good all the day	Q
Ah why was I too weak for such a life	F
which once I might have chosen A high life	F
full of most blessed service	B
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But I thought	Q
it was not my life meant for me by God	Q
and now I know not what I should have done	E
only I mourn that I have lived in vain	E
still daily dreaming some completed task	Q2
that never was begun still waiting force	B
of impulse more than mine to waken mine	E
still dimly pondering Shall I Can I How	L
and waiting to be ready to begin	E
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Ah tardy useless labourer in the fields	B
who waits to think what weed he shall rout first	Q
ah laggard sailor who will not put out	Q
till the direct fair wind sets for his port	Q
And time will never linger and the world	Q
can wait for no man must have its wants fed	Q
at the want's birth cry soldiers to the gap	R2
on the hot instant else no need of you	S2
no space for you to stand in Long long since	B
I thought to have been somewhat to perhaps	B
set some regardful honour round my name	T2
but surely to receive a destined place	B
a part among the workers for it seemed	Q
to have so far uptrodden half alone	E
from peasant lowliness should prelude me	B
a future as of one of whom they say	Q
so low he was to show how high he is	B
Dreams dreams I never had the pith the sap	R2
the strong aspiring pulses I was one	E
to think and shiver by the study fire	Z
outside is the cold boisterous sea of life	F
where I will plunge to morrow and snatch pearls	B
to wait like a late sleeper in the morn	E
that with a drowsy logic lulls himself	U2
and chides his tardiness on their delay	Q
who will not come to tell him it is time	V2
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And yet I did not sleep no to my thought	Q
I always was at school for work to come	U
but these days leave us little schooling time	V2
Long since and when the wisdom of the wise	B
was to accept to live one with to learn	E
and men might find their work for half a life	F
in thinking silent and the other half	W2
in thinking out aloud those were my days	B
I should have lived in I came out of date	Q
like a reprinted tome of theories	B
made reasonably ere the science shaped	Q
which all uncut stands on the library shelf	U2
amid new essays on the daily art	Q
born long since of the science and men say	Q
'Tis learned curious looks well on the shelf	U2
and take its slighter useful neighbour down	E
so I showed wise and useless to the world	Q
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Wise with the oldworld wisdom grown unapt	Q
to this changed morrow for the lesson now	L
is to accept to live one with to do	Q
the wisest wisdom plainly in this stir	Z
this over crowding this hot hurrying on	E
that make a tempest of our modern days	B
This anxious age is driven half mad with work	N2
it bids us all work world no need no room	X2
for contemplating sages counting life	F
a time allowed for solving problems in	E
and its own self a problem to be solved	Q
on in the rush or be swept out of sight	Q
on in the rush and find your place and work	N2
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'Tis right 'tis very right not only ours	B
to fit what state God gives us but what times	B
and he who is thrown out in a fierce race	B
can hardly chide the others ran too fast	Q
And as for me if I grow old alone	E
hid out of memory of springtime	V2

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