The Unripe Windfalls, in Prose and Verse (Classic Reprint)

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Excerpt from The Unripe Windfalls, in Prose and Verse Stranger. A land there is beyond your northern sea, More dear than even the Vaux de Vire to me, A land of hill-and-dale slope, flower, and tree, And ruddy sunset and bird-melody. Vaux de Vire. Far off that land, far off beyond the deep, Rocks rise between, waves roll, and tempests sweep, Our spring is nigh, thou see'st the violet peeping, In yonder bush 'tis Philomel that's cheeping. Stranger. In that far land, beyond that stormy sea, Are friends that love me, know me, think of me, Beneath its sod my babies twain are laid, And its long grass waves o'er my mother's head, Waves o'er that mother's head who so oft blessed me, And to her beating bosom so oft pressed me, That noble mother to whose love I owe All that I am, or hope, or feel, or know, That wont so oft, on such an eve, to lean Her arm on mine, and point to such a scene, To such a glowing heaven and setting sun, Then turn and see the night come slowly on, About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.