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I. ONE mile more is / Where your door is / Mother mine! - / Harvest's coming, / Mills are strumming, / Apples fine, / And the cider made to-year will be as wine.
II. Yet, not viewing / What's a-doing / Here around / Is it thrills me, / And so fills me / That I bound / Like a ball or leaf or lamb along the ground.
III. Tremble not now / At your lot now, / Silly soul! / Hosts have sped them / Quick to wed them, / Great and small, / Since the first two sighing half-hearts made a whole.
IV. Yet I wonder, / Will it sunder / Her from me? / Will she guess that / I said "Yes,"-that / His I'd be, / Ere I thought she might not see him as I see!
V. Old brown gable, / Granary, stable, / Here you are! / O my mother, / Can another / Ever bar / Mine from thy heart, make thy nearness seem afar?