Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: The South Country. When I am living in the Midlands That are sodden and unkind, I light my lamp at evening, My work is left behind; And the great hills of the South Country Come back into my mind. The great hills of the South Country They stand along the sea : And it's there walking in the high woods That I could wish to be, And the men that were boys when I was a boy Walking along with me. The men that live in North England I saw them for a day. Their hearts are set upon the waste fells, Their skies are fast and grey : From their castle walls a man may see The mountains far away. The men that live in West England They see the Severn strong, A-rolling on rough water brown, Light aspen leaves along. They have the secrets of the rocks, And the oldest kind of song. But the men that live in the South Country Are the kindest and most wise, They get their laughter from the loud surf, And the faith in their happy eyes Conies surely from our sister the spring When over the sea she flies ; The violets suddenly bloom at her feet, She blesses us with surprise. I never get between the pines But I smell the Sussex air, Nor I never come on a belt of sand But my home is there; And along the sky the line of the downs So noble and so bare. A lost thing could I never find, Nor a broken thing mend; And I fear I shall be all alone When I get towards the end. Who will be there to comfort me, Or who will be my friend ? I will gather and carefully make my friends Of the men of the Sussex Weald, They watch the stars from silent folds, They stiffly plough the field. By them and the God of the South Country My poor soul shall be healed. If I ever become a rich man, Or if ever I grow to be old, ...