_Daffodil and furze and wheat, Shining paths for truant feet; From that golden blossoming Wilted sprays are all I bring. You who know their fault the best, To their fault be tenderest, For a breath of fragrant days Whispers you from wilted sprays._ "_Some Shires, Joseph-like, have a better coloured coat than others; and some, with Benjamin, have a more bountiful mess of meat belonging to them. Yet every County hath a child's proportion._"…
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