. Out-door reveries. l;For time must come when man forgot,Shall leave no trace to mark the I remain to grieve the toy,Which through long ages gave me joy. 130 Outdoor Rbv^ries Again they seek, my course to guide; Where at some nook I step aside; Or wander through some old time way, And farther oer the lowland stray. Again they strive with eager might, To filch from me an old time right; With spoilers hand my course enthrall, And turn me back with prison wall. The land they claim with, faith supine, Through all the ages have been mine. A squatters right Ill not refuse, Though I may cla
. Out-door reveries. l;For time must come when man forgot,Shall leave no trace to mark the I remain to grieve the toy,Which through long ages gave me joy. 130 Outdoor Rbv^ries Again they seek, my course to guide; Where at some nook I step aside; Or wander through some old time way, And farther oer the lowland stray. Again they strive with eager might, To filch from me an old time right; With spoilers hand my course enthrall, And turn me back with prison wall. The land they claim with, faith supine, Through all the ages have been mine. A squatters right Ill not refuse, Though I may claim them when I choose. Oh noisy jay, with cocky pose, That struts before the lions nose: To bear your burdens, be my care, Yet of the lions might beware. Your meager span is swiftly run And I my service just begun. A thousand ages ere your day, I strolled along this same old way; A thousand ages farther flung, I shall be here and still be young To serve the land that gave me birth; The grandest Valley on the earth. I.
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