Hack ad Hew were the sons of God
In the earlier earth than now:
One at his right hand, one at his left,
To obey as he taught them how.
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Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune
I saw the white daisies go down to the sea,
A host in the sunshine, an army in June,
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When April winds arrive
And the soft rains are here,
Some morning by the roadside
These gipsy folk appear.
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This was a leader of the sons of light,
Of winsome cheer and strenuous command.
Upon the veteran hordes of Bigot-land
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BROWNING, old fellow,
Your leaves grow yellow,
Beginning to mellow
As seasons pass.
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IN the day of battle,
In the night of dread,
Let one hymn be lifted,
Let one prayer be said.
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Over the hills of April
With soft winds hand in hand,
Impassionate and dreamy-eyed,
Spring leads her saraband.
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HERE all the forces of the wood
As one converge,
To make the soul of solitude
Where all things merge.
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SHINING, shining children
Of the summer rain,
Racing down the valley,
Sweeping o'er the plain!
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MORTAL, mortal, have you seen
In the scented summer night,
Great Astarte, clad in green
With a veil of mystic light,
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