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In England there are wrongs, no doubt, / Which should be righted; so men say, / Who seek to weed earth's garden out / And give the roses right of way. / Yes, right of way to fruit and rose, / Where now but poison ivy grows.
In England there is wide unrest / They tell me, who should know. And yet / I saw but hedges gaily dressed, / And eyes, where love and kindness met. / Yes, love and kindness, met and made / Soft sunshine, even in the shade.