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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=410155" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The South Country</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I am living in the Midlands <br> That are sodden and unkind, <br> I light my lamp in the evening: <br> My work is left behind; <br> And the great hills of the South Country <br> Come back into my mind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The great hills of the South Country <br> They stand along the sea; <br> And it's there walking in the high woods <br> That I could wish to be, <br> And the men that were boys when I was a boy <br> Walking along with me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The men that live in North England <br> I saw them for a day: <br> Their hearts are set upon the waste fells, <br> Their skies are fast and grey; <br> From their castle-walls a man may see <br> The mountains far away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The men that live in West England <br> They see the Severn strong, <br> A-rolling on rough water brown <br> Light aspen leaves along. <br> They have the secret of the Rocks, <br> And the oldest kind of song. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But the men that live in the South Country <br> Are the kindest and most wise, <br> They get their laughter from the loud surf, <br> And the faith in their happy eyes <br> Comes surely from our Sister the Spring <br> When over the sea she flies; <br> The violets suddenly bloom at her feet, <br> She blesses us with surprise. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I never get between the pines <br> But I smell the Sussex air; <br> Nor I never come on a belt of sand <br> But my home is there. <br> And along the sky the line of the Downs <br> So noble and so bare. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> A lost thing could I never find, <br> Nor a broken thing mend: <br> And I fear I shall be all alone <br> When I get towards the end. <br> Who will there be to comfort me <br> Or who will be my friend? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I will gather and carefully make my friends <br> Of the men of the Sussex Weald; <br> They watch the stars from silent folds, <br> They stiffly plough the field. <br> By them and the God of the South Country <br> My poor soul shall be healed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> If I ever become a rich man, <br> Or if ever I grow to be old, <br> I will build a house with deep thatch <br> To shelter me from the cold, <br> And there shall the Sussex songs be sung <br> And the story of Sussex told. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I will hold my house in the high wood <br> Within a walk of the sea, <br> And the men that were boys when I was a boy <br> Shall sit and drink with me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Hilaire+Belloc">Hilaire Belloc</a><div class=q>
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 That are sodden and unkind, 
 I light my lamp in the evening: 
 My work is left behind; 
 And the great hills of the South Country 
 Come back into my mind. 

 The great hills of the South Country 
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