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 ��THE GIFT

His eyes are bright and eager, with the brightness of the sun,

(England, he gives them you) His hands are strong for climbing and his feet are swift to run,

(England, he gives them you) He has knowledge of the meadows, in the dreamy

autumn days, The brown hill, and the gold hill, and the green forgotten ways,

(But he leaves them now for you). There's a certain ancient city where he once was free and young,

(But he leaves It now for you), Where Oxford tales are spoken, and Oxford ways are sung,

(But he leaves them now for you) And his heart is often wears', for that dear old river

shore. And he thinks a little sadly, of the days that come no more,

(But he gives them up for you).

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