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 * For fame I ask not.

For gold I care not. I am weary and would rest In the old child-nest.

I would lie down, heart to heart, O the old earth's heart— I would wander off and be With the olden mystery.

I would hear, From the pea-field, sweet and clear, Old bobwhite's whistle in my ear; And the blackbird Choir burst again Into the strain The world-free spirit heard.

I would go out there, and gaze Through the haze That comes drifting o'er the skies When the sunshine dies, And watch night Kiss to sleep the tired eyes of light.

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