Songs, Merry and Sad by John Charles McNeill
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page 42 of 71 (59%)
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Your hardships and your joys,
Robust, rough-spoken, gentle-hearted Sunburnt boys! Gray Days A soaking sedge, A faded field, a leafless hill and hedge, Low clouds and rain, And loneliness and languor worse than pain. Mottled with moss, Each gravestone holds to heaven a patient Cross. Shrill streaks of light Two sycamores' clean-limbed, funereal white, And low between, The sombre cedar and the ivy green. Upon the stone Of each in turn who called this land his own The gray rain beats |
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