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27 A day it was when I could bear

To think—and think—and think again;

With so much happiness to spare,

I could not feel a pain.

My Boy was by my side, so slim

And graceful in his rustic dress!

And oftentimes I talked to him,

In very idleness.

The young lambs ran a pretty race;

The morning sun shone bright and warm;

"Kilve," said I, "was a pleasant place;

And so is Liswyn farm.

My little Boy, which like you more,"

I said, and took him by the arm—

"Our home by Kilve's delightful shore,

Or here at Liswyn farm?

And tell me, had you rather be,"

I said, and held him by the arm,

"At Kilve's smooth shore by the green sea,

Or here at Liswyn farm?"