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Leave your home behind you, Your friends by field and town: Oh, town and field will mind you Till Ludlow tower is down. REVEILLE Wake: the silver dusk returning Up the beach of darkness brims, And the ship of sunrise burning Strands upon the eastern rims. Wake: the vaulted shadow shatters, Trampled to the floor it spanned, And the tent of night in tatters Straws the sky-pavilioned land. Up, lad, up, 'tis late for lying: Hear the drums of morning play Hark, the empty highways crying ' Who '11 beyond the hills away ? ' Towns and countries woo together, Forelands beacon, belfries call; Never lad that trod on leather Lived to feast his heart with all. Up, lad: thews that lie and cumber Sunlit pallets never thrive; Morns abed and daylight slumber Were not meant for man alive. Clay lies still, but blood 's a rover; Breath 's a ware that will not keep. Up, lad: when the journey's over There '11 be time enough to sleep. chapter{Section 4Oh see how thick the goldcup flowers Are lying in field and lane, With dandelions to tell the hours That never are told again. Oh may I squire you round the meads And pick you posies gay? 'Twill do no harm to take my arm. ' You may, young man, you may.' Ah, spring was sent for lass and lad, 'Tis now the blood runs gold, And man and maid had best be glad Before the world is old. What flowers to-day may flower to-morrow, But never as good as new. Suppose I wound my arm right round " 'Tis true, young man, 'tis true.' Some lads there are, 'tis shame to say, That only court to thieve, And once they bear the bloom away "Tis little enough they leave. Then keep your heart for men like me And safe from trustless chaps. My love is true and allfor you. ' Pe...
