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You haste away so soon; As yet the early rising sun Has not attain'd his noon: Stay, stay, Until the hastening day Has run But to the even-song; And having prayed together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you; We have as short a spring: As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing: We die, As your hours do; and dry Away Like to the summer's rain, Or as the pearls of morning dew, Ne'er to be found again. _R. Herrick_ CIII _THE HOMES OF ENGLAND_ The stately homes of England! How beautiful they stand, Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land! The deer across their greensward bound Through shade and sunny gleam; And the swan glides by them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream. The merry homes of England! Around their hearths by night, What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light! The blessed homes of England! How softly on their bowers Is laid the holy quietness That breathes from sabbath hours! The cottage homes of England! By thousands on her plains They are smiling o'er the silvery brooks, And round the hamlet fanes. Through glowing orchards forth they peep, Each from its nook of leaves; And fearless there the lowly sleep, As the bird beneath their eaves. The free, fair homes of England! Long, long, in hut and hall, May hearts of native proof be rear'd To guard each hallow'd wall! And green for ever be the groves, And bright the flowery sod, Where first the child's glad spirit loves Its country and its God! _F. Hemans_ CIV _MARY THE MAID OF THE INN_ Who is yonder poor maniac, whose wildly fixed eyes Seem a heart overcharged to express? She weeps not, yet often and deeply she sighs; She never complains, but her silence implies The composure of settled distress. No pity she looks for, no alms doth she seek; Nor for raiment nor food doth she care: Through her tatters the winds of the winter blow bleak On that wither'd breast, and her weather-worn cheek Hath the hue of a mortal despair. Yet cheerful and happy, nor dis
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