Only the wanderer
Knows England's graces,
Or can anew see clear
Familiar faces.
And who loves joy as he
That dwells in shadows?
Do not forget me quite,
O Severn meadows.
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Love is always bestowed as a gift - freely, willingly and without expectation. We don't love to be loved; we love to love.
by Walt Whitman1
COME, my tan-faced children,
Follow well in order, get your weapons ready;
Have you your pistols? have you your sharp edged axes? Pioneers! O pioneers!
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For we cannot tarry here,