A Country Legacy
Gold-headed rose for bees to sup,
And vetch and varnished buttercup,
And hemlock, with its hollow stalk, are up.
Blue speedwell lovely as the dew
And old brown-headed plantains too—
Before I knew myself, these friends I knew.
O child to be, though my life ends
And change or chance your spirit rends,
With the same faces, these will be your friends.
And vetch and varnished buttercup,
And hemlock, with its hollow stalk, are up.
Blue speedwell lovely as the dew
And old brown-headed plantains too—
Before I knew myself, these friends I knew.
O child to be, though my life ends
And change or chance your spirit rends,
With the same faces, these will be your friends.
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