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 Choose ye your need from Thames to Tweed, And I will choose instead Such lands as lie 'twixt Rake and Rye, Black Down and Beachy Head.

I will go out against the sun Where the rolled scarp retires, And the Long Man of Wilmington Looks naked toward the shires; And east till doubling Rother crawls To find the fickle tide, By dry and sea-forgotten walls, Our ports of stranded pride.

I will go north about the shaws And the deep ghylls that breed Huge oaks and old, the which we hold No more than Sussex weed; Or south where windy Piddinghoe's Begilded dolphin veers And red beside wide-banked Ouse Lie down our Sussex steers.

So to the land our hearts we give Till the sure magic strike, And Memory, Use, and Love make live Us and our fields alike That deeper than our speech and thought* Beyond our reason's sway, Clay of the pit whence we were wrought Yearns to its fellow-clay.

God gives all men all earth to love,  But since man's heart is small,  Ordains for each one spot shall prove Beloved over all.