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Old Elm that murmured in our chimney top	A
The sweetest anthem autumn ever made	B
And into mellow whispering calms would drop	A
When showers fell on thy many coloured shade	B
And when dark tempests mimic thunder made	B
While darkness came as it would strangle light	C
With the black tempest of a winter night	C
That rocked thee like a cradle to thy root	D
How did I love to hear the winds upbraid	B
Thy strength without while all within was mute	D
It seasoned comfort to our hearts desire	E
We felt thy kind protection like a friend	F
And pitched our chairs up closer to the fire	E
Enjoying comforts that was was never penned	F
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Old favourite tree thoust seen times changes lower	E
But change till now did never come to thee	G
For time beheld thee as his sacred dower	H
And nature claimed thee her domestic tree	G
Storms came and shook thee with aliving power	E
Yet stedfast to thy home thy roots hath been	I
Summers of thirst parched round thy homely bower	E
Till earth grew iron still thy leaves was green	J
The children sought thee in thy summer shade	B
And made their play house rings of sticks and stone	K
The mavis sang and felt himself alone	K
While in they leaves his early nest was made	B
And I did feel his happiness mine own	K
Nought heeding that our friendship was betrayed	B
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Friend not inanimate tho stocks and stones	L
There are and many cloathed in flesh and bones	L
Thou ownd a lnaguage by which hearts are stirred	M
Deeper than by the attribute of words	N
Thine spoke a feeling known in every tongue	O
Language of pity and the force of wrong	P
What cant assumes what hypocrites may dare	Q
Speaks home to truth and shows it what they are	R
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I see a picture that thy fate displays	S
And learn a lesson from thy destiny	G
Self interest saw thee stand in freedoms ways	S
So thy old shadow must a tyrant be	G
Thoust heard the knave abusing those in power	E
Bawl freedom loud and then oppress the free	G
Thoust sheltered hypocrites in many an hour	E
That when in power would never shelter thee	G
Thoust heard the knave supply his canting powers	T
With wrongs illusions when he wanted friends	U
That bawled for shelter when he lived in showers	T
And when clouds vanished made thy shade ammends	T
With axe at root he felled thee to the ground	V
And barked of freedom O I hate that sound	V
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It grows the cant terms of enslaving tools	T
To wrong another by the name of right	C
It grows a liscence with oer bearing fools	T
To cheat plain honesty by force of might	C
Thus came enclosure ruin was her guide	W
But freedoms clapping hands enjoyed the sight	C
Tho comforts cottage soon was thrust aside	W
And workhouse prisons raised upon the scite	W
Een natures dwelling far away from men	X
The common heath became the spoilers prey	Y
The rabbit had not where to make his den	X
And labours only cow was drove away	Y
No matter wrong was right and right was wrong	P
And freedoms brawl was sanction to the song	P
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Such was thy ruin music making Elm	Z
The rights of freedom was to injure thine	A2
As thou wert served so would they overwhelm	Z
In freedoms name the little so would they over whelm	Z
And these are knaves that brawl for better laws	T
And cant of tyranny in stronger powers	T
Who glut their vile unsatiated maws	T
And freedoms birthright from the weak devours	T

John Clare

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