Great Britain -- History -- Fiction; Space and time -- Fiction
'Winter, he's come, I reckon, Mus' Dan,' he called. 'Hard times now till
Heffle Cuckoo Fair. Yes, we'll all be glad to see the Old Woman let the
Cuckoo out o' the basket for to start lawful Spring in England.'
They heard a crash, and a stamp and a splash of water as though a heavy
old cow were crossing almost under their noses.
Hobden ran forward angrily to the ford.
'Gleason's bull again, playin' Robin all over the Farm! Oh, look, Mus'
Dan--his great footmark as big as a trencher. No bounds to his
impidence! He might count himself to be a man or--or Somebody----'
A voice the other side of the brook boomed:
'I wonder who his cloak would turn
When Puck had led him round,
Or where those walking fires would burn----'
Then the children went in singing 'Farewell Rewards and Fairies' at the
tops of their voices. They had forgotten that they had not even said
good-night to Puck.
THE CHILDREN'S SONG
Land of our Birth, we pledge to thee
Our love and toil in the years to be;
When we are grown and take our place,
As men and women with our race.
Father in Heaven Who lovest all,
Oh, help Thy children when they call;
That they may build from age to age,
An undefiled heritage.
Teach us to bear the yoke in youth,
With steadfastness and careful truth;
That, in our time, Thy Grace may give
The Truth whereby the Nations live.
Teach us to rule ourselves alway,
Controlled and cleanly night and day;
That we may bring, if need arise,
No maimed or worthless sacrifice.
Teach us to look in all our ends,
On Thee for judge, and not our friends;
That we, with Thee, may walk uncowed
By fear or favour of the crowd.
Teach us the Strength that cannot seek,
By deed or thought, to hurt the weak;
That, under Thee, we may possess
Man's strength to comfort man's distress.
Teach us Delight in simple things,
And Mirth that has no bitter springs;
Forgiveness free of evil done,
And Love to all men 'neath the sun!
Land of our Birth, our faith, our pride,
For whose dear sake our fathers died;
O Motherland, we pledge to thee
Head, heart and hand through the years to be!
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