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y maney; Birds am birds, like park am park; An' dere's twenty thousand birdskins Ardered jes' now fram New Yark.' Eversley, 1870. HYMN {338} Accept this building, gracious Lord, No temple though it be; We raised it for our suffering kin, And so, Good Lord, for Thee. Accept our little gift, and give To all who here may dwell, The will and power to do their work, Or bear their sorrows well. From Thee all skill and science flow; All pity, care, and love, All calm and courage, faith and hope, Oh! pour them from above. And part them, Lord, to each and all, As each and all shall need, To rise like incense, each to Thee, In noble thought and deed. And hasten, Lord, that perfect day, When pain and death shall cease; And Thy just rule shall fill the earth With health, and light, and peace. When ever blue the sky shall gleam, And ever green the sod; And man's rude work deface no more The Paradise of God. Eversley, 1870. THE DELECTABLE DAY The boy on the famous gray pony, Just bidding good-bye at the door, Plucking up maiden heart for the fences Where his brother won honour of yore. The walk to 'the Meet' with fair children, And women as gentle as gay,-- Ah! how do we male hogs in armour Deserve such companions as they? The afternoon's wander to windward, To meet the dear boy coming back; And to catch, down the turns of the valley, The last weary chime of the pack. The climb homeward by park and by moorland, And through the fir forests again, While the south-west wind roars in the gloaming, Like an ocean of seething champagne. And at night the septette of Beethoven, And the grandmother by in her chair, And the foot of all feet on the sofa Beating delicate time to the air. Ah, God! a poor soul can but thank Thee For such a delectable day! Though the fury, the fool, and the swindler, To-morrow again have their way! Eversley, 6th November 1872. JUVENTUS MUNDI List a tale a fairy sent us Fresh from dear Mundi Juventus. When Love and all the world was young, And birds conversed as well as sung; And men still faced this fair creation With humour, heart, imagination. Who come hither from Morocco Every spring on the sirocco? In russet she, and he in yellow, Singing ever clear and mellow, 'Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet you, sweet you, Did he beat you? Did he beat yo
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