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A. S.C.

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Birdsong

Like a swallow in May she felt at home, Yet knew that both her past and future lay Five thousand miles or more away.

The Downs

Up above the echoing green, Are the downs where skylarks team, Hills that roll like Yorkshire’s dales, The mills replaced by farmer’s bales. Risen up from the valley...