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1861–1923

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Maurice Henry Hewlett

“‘ Twas when you went away and left Me and pain alone, By fortune's theft I stood bereft Of all I'd counted on —

And this also, I ne'er could go On my shepherd life, Without I had the grace to woo You my loving wife.

“There was a fate, I do believe, Call'd us together; God visit me when'er you grieve Taking on my tether!

But if we share with every creature That is quick and dead The call of nature unto nature, Then we two should wed.

“You are a beauty bred and born, As any one can see; You walk the world as if in scorn Of riches or degree.

Your eyes call home the soft green tone Of the fainting sky When the eve-star keeps watch alone, And the summer is nigh.

“But‘ tis your grave and constant mind Beckon'd me to you, Too good, too sweet, too fond, too kind, For me to be untrue.

So trust me, lass, I'll not be false While I do live, For we two go where Nature calls, As I believe.”

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