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The Heart's Country

Born 1878


Hill people turn to their hills;
         Sea-folk are sick for the sea:
Thou art my land and my country,
         And my heart calls out for thee.

The bird beats his wings for the open,
         The captive burns to be free;
But I -- I cry at thy window,
         For thou art my liberty.


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