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The wind s on the wold And the night is a co

The wind""s on the wold
And the night is a cold
And Thames runs chill
""Twixt mead and hill.
But kind and dear
Is the old house here
And my heart is warm
""Midst winter""s harm.
Rest then and rest
And think of the best
""Twixt summer and spring
When all birds sing
In the town of the tree
And ye in me
And scarce dare move
Lest earth and its love
Should fade away
Ere the full of the day.
I am old and have seen
Many things that have been
Both grief and peace
And wane and increase
No tale I tell
Of ill or well
But this I say
Night treadeth on day
And for worst or best
Right good is rest..

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