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ENOCH ARDEN.
Out of full heart and boundless gratitude
Light on a broken word to thank him with.
But Philip was her children’s all-in-all;
From distant corners of the street they ran
To greet his hearty welcome heartily;
Lords of his house and of his mill were they;
Worried his passive ear with petty wrongs
Or pleasures, hung upon him, play’d with him
And call’d him Father Philip. Philip gain’d
As Enoch lost; for Enoch seem’d to them
Uncertain as a vision or a dream,
Faint as a figure seen in early dawn
Down at the far end of an avenue,
Going we know not where: and so ten years,
Since Enoch left his hearth and native land,
Fled forward, and no news of Enoch came.
Light on a broken word to thank him with.
But Philip was her children’s all-in-all;
From distant corners of the street they ran
To greet his hearty welcome heartily;
Lords of his house and of his mill were they;
Worried his passive ear with petty wrongs
Or pleasures, hung upon him, play’d with him
And call’d him Father Philip. Philip gain’d
As Enoch lost; for Enoch seem’d to them
Uncertain as a vision or a dream,
Faint as a figure seen in early dawn
Down at the far end of an avenue,
Going we know not where: and so ten years,
Since Enoch left his hearth and native land,
Fled forward, and no news of Enoch came.
It chanced one evening Annie’s children long’d
To go with others, nutting to the wood,
And Annie would go with them; then they begg’d
To go with others, nutting to the wood,
And Annie would go with them; then they begg’d
