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I've seen your cultured England, I felt its subtle swayj' Now that is all behind me, I'm going home to-day. The wind-swept hills are calling, And I am glad to go, For I have learned to love them; How much you cannot know. The stunted scrub and tussock, And moss-splash'd stone I see, And winding tracks to pastures, Are more than words to me. The winding path of knowledge We follow in our lives; All lead thro' un^nown pastures Where earthly beauty thrives. Your English beauty thrills me, I've loved your hedge-row flowers. Your peaceful land reminds me, Of wealth that once was ours. I think of ruined forests, Of birds you do not know; And tangled bush lianas On hills where tree ferns grow. Your garden flowers remind me Of all that is my own; And crumbling eastles tell me, No thought endures in stone. UNCLE GEORGE.
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Marlborough Express, Volume LXVIII, Issue 148, 25 June 1934, Page 3
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149HOME. Marlborough Express, Volume LXVIII, Issue 148, 25 June 1934, Page 3
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