The sun still shone high in the sky,

But no warmth there.

Then far away I saw the sea

A rippling golden sheet,

And courage flowed again in me—

What foe could break thro' it?

And all about the fields and hedges,

There when I was born,

The river slipping through the sedges,

And the growing corn—

A land of quiet tilth and cote,

Of little woods and streams,

Of gentle skies and clouds afloat,

And swift sun-gleams!

A land where knee-deep cattle keep,

Chewing as they stand;

Of hillsides murmurous with sheep—

That is my native land!

[Pg 37]

They say you never love so dear

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