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AMICO SUO by HERBERT P. HORNE

First Line: WHEN ON MY COUNTRY WALKS I GO
Last Line: THE WEEDS, THE GRASS, THE COMMON WORT.
Subject(s): NATURE;
WHEN on my country walks I go,
I never am alone:
'Though whom 't were pleasure then to know
Are gone, and you are gone;
From every side discourses flow.

There are rich counsels in the trees,
And converse in the air;
All magic thoughts in those and these
And what is sweet and rare;
And everything that living is.

But most I love the meaner sort,
For they have voices too;
Yet speak with tongues, that never hurt,
As ours are apt to do:
The weeds, the grass, the common wort.



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