The Meuse and Marne have little waves;
The slender poplars o'er them lean.
One day they will forget the graves
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To the aid of my little son
I call all the magnalities --
Archangel, Dominion,
Powers and Principalities.
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Here in the garden-bed,
Hoeing the celery,
Wonders the Lord has made
Pass ever before me.
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The house where I was born,
Where I was young and gay,
Grows old amid its corn,
Amid its scented hay.
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All in the April evening,
April airs were abroad;
The sheep with their little lambs
Passed me by on the road.
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Out upon the sand-dunes thrive the coarse long grasses;
Herons standing knee-deep in the brackish pool;
Overhead the sunset fire and flame amasses
And the moon to eastward rises pale and cool.
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I would not like to live to be very old,
To be stripped cold and bare
Of all my leafage that was green and gold
In the delicious air.
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Thy kingdom come ! Yea, bid it come!
But when Thy kingdom first began
On earth, Thy kingdom was a home,
A child, a woman, and a man.
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A splendid place is London, with golden store,
For them that have the heart and hope and youth galore;
But mournful are its streets to me, I tell you true,
For I'm longing sore for Ireland in the foggy dew.
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'What's the news? Now tell it me.'
'Allenby again advances.'
'No, it is not Allenby
But my boy, straight as a lance is.
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