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106              STEVENSON'S POEMS
LIGHT AS THE LINNET ON MY START
LIGHT as the linnet on my way I start, For all my pack I bear a chartered heart. Forth on the world without a guide or chart, Content to know, through all man's varying f The eternal woman by the wayside waits.
COME, HERE IS ADIEU TO THE CI1
COME, here is adieu to the city
And hurrah for the country again. The broad road lies before me
Watered with last night's rain. The timbered country woos me
With many a high and bough ; And again in the shining fallows
The ploughman follows the plough,
The whole year's sweat and study,
And the whole year's sowing time, Comes now to the perfect harvest,
And ripens now into rhyme, For we that sow in the Autumn,
We reap our grain in the Spring, And we that go sowing and weeping
Return to reap and sing.