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Tennyson' At The Farm

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(TO L. AND H.H.)     O you that dwell 'mid farm and fold,     Yet keep so quick undulled a heart,     I send you here that book of gold,     So loved so long;     The fairest art,     The sweetest English song.     And often in the far-off town,     When summer sits with open door,     I'll dream I see you set it down     Beside the churn,     Whose round shall slacken more and more,     Till you forget to turn.     And I shall smile that you forget,     And Dad will scold - but never mind!     Butter is good, but better yet,     Think such as we,     To leave the farm and fold behind,     And follow such as he.

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