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1865–1940

The Common Wealth

Laurence Alma-Tadema

O voices of the sea and land, How sweet upon my ear you fall! The curlew's cry, the heron's call, The grey gull's chatter on the strand,

The robin on the mossy wall, The coal-tit almost at my hand — How I thank Heaven for you all! O wonder of the hills and sky,

How dear your beauty to my sight! The wintry noon, the sea's delight, The ruddy moorland far and high, The pendant larch's silver white,

The golden wind-blown leaves that lie — How I thank God for all this light!

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