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MY COUNTRY



MY COUNTRY


The love of field and coppice,
    Of green and shaded lanes,
Of ordered woods and gardens
    Is running in your veins;
Strong love of grey-blue distance,
    Brown streams and soft, dim skies—
I know but cannot share it,
    My love is otherwise.

I love a sunburnt country,
    A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
    Of droughts and flooding rains;
I love her far horizons,
    I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror—
    The wide brown land for me!

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