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EDEN PHILLPOTTS

1862-

892                                              Man’s Days

A SUDDEN wakin’, a sudden weepin’,
A li’l suckin’, a li’l sleepin’;
A cheel’s full joys an’ a cheel’s short sorrows,
Wi’ a power o’ faith in gert to-morrows.

Young blood red-hot an’the love of a maid,
One glorious day as’ll never fade;
Some shadows, some sunshine, some triumphs, some tears,
And a gatherin’ weight o’ the flyin’ years.

Then old man’s talk o’ the days behind ’e,
Your darter’s youngest darter to mind ’e;
A li’l dreamin’, a li’l dyin’:
A li’l lew corner o’ airth to lie in.

 

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