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 THOMAS HARDY

Such stress and strain, Is soon enough By cypress sough To tell my Love I am come again.

And if some day, When none cries nay, I still delay To seek her side, (Though ample measure Of fitting leisure Await my pleasure) She will not chide.

What not upbraid me That I delay'd me, Nor ask what stay'd me So long ? Ah, no' New cares may claim me, New loves inflame me, She will not blame me, But suffer it so.

��821 Friends Beyond

WILLIAM DEWY, Tranter Reuben, Farmer Ledlow late at plough,

Robert's kin, and John's, and Ned's,

And the Squire, and Lady Susan, lie in Mellstock church- yard now!

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