WESTCOCK
HILL
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AS I
came over Westcock Hill
My heart was full of tears.
Under the summer’s pomp I heard
The spending of the years.
Oh, the sweet years! The swift
years! |
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| The
years that lapse away!
I saw the green slopes bathed in sun,
The marshlands stretched
afar,
And, hurrying pale between its dikes,
My memoried Tantramar.
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Oh,
the sweet years! The swift years!
The years that lapse away!
The salt tang and the buckwheat scents
Were on the breathing
air;
And all was glad. But I was sad
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For
one who was not there.
Oh, the sweet years! The swift
years!
The years that lapse away!
I wandered down to Westcock Church,
The old grey church in
the wood.
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Kneeling,
I heard my father’s voice
In that hushed solitude.
Oh, the sweet years! The swift
years!
The years that lapse away!
I saw again his surpliced form.
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I
heard the hymning choir.
Shadows!—and dreams! Alone remained
The ache of my desire.
Oh, the sweet years! The swift
years!
The years that lapse away! |
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He sleeps;—how many a year removed,
How many a league withdrawn
From these dear woods, these turbid floods,
These fields that front
the dawn.
Oh, the sweet years! The swift
years!— |
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| The
years have lapsed away! |
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