. Birds and flowers, or, Lays and lyrics of rural life . for the childrens sake, It groweth for our own;There are flowers enough upon the hill. But leave the Flax alone !The farmer hath his fields of wheat, Much cometh to his share ; 74 THE FLAX-FLOWER. We have this little plot of Flax,That we have tilled with care. Our squire he hath the holt and hill, Great halls and noble rent;We only have the Flax-field, Yet therewith are watch it morn, we watch it night, And when the stars are good-man and the little ones, They pace it round about;For it we wish the sun to shine, For it
. Birds and flowers, or, Lays and lyrics of rural life . for the childrens sake, It groweth for our own;There are flowers enough upon the hill. But leave the Flax alone !The farmer hath his fields of wheat, Much cometh to his share ; 74 THE FLAX-FLOWER. We have this little plot of Flax,That we have tilled with care. Our squire he hath the holt and hill, Great halls and noble rent;We only have the Flax-field, Yet therewith are watch it morn, we watch it night, And when the stars are good-man and the little ones, They pace it round about;For it we wish the sun to shine, For it the rain to fall;Good lack ! for who is j)Oor doth make Great count of what is small! The goodly, kindly Flax-flower ! It groweth on the hill,And be the breeze awake or sleep, It never standeth still!It seemeth all astir with life, As if it loved to tlirive;As if it had a merry lieart Within its stem alive ! THE FLAX-FLOWER. Then fair befall the Flax-field ! And may the fruitful showersGive strength unto its shining stem, Give seed unto its flowers !.
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