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THE QUIET DAYS
Pink-purple foxgloves / Leaning to the breeze -- / And all the sweet of Devon / Sweeps back across the seas:
The deep coombs of Devon / Where the tiny hamlets nest, / The golden sea of Devon / That glimmers toward the west:
The thatched roofs of Devon / To which the soft skies bend -- / Now the dear God keep Devon / The same to His world's end!