UNIV OF Songs from Books THE RECALL I am the land of their fathers, I will bring back my children, Under their feet in the grasses They shall return as strangers, Over their heads in the branches And draw them to my knees. Scent of smoke in the evening, The hours, the days and the seasons, Order their souls aright; Till I make plain the meaning Till I fill their hearts with knowledge, PUCK'S SONG See you the ferny ride that steals O that was whence they hewed the keels And mark you where the ivy clings See you the dimpled track that runs O that was where they hauled the guns Out of the Weald, the secret Weald, The horse-shoes red at Flodden Field, See you our little mill that clacks, So busy by the brook? She has ground her corn and paid her tax Ever since Domesday Book. See you our stilly woods of oak? O that was where the Saxons broke See you the windy levels spread O that was where the Northmen fled, See you our pastures wide and lone, O there was a City thronged and known, And see you, after rain, the trace Of mound and ditch and wall? O that was a Legion's camping-place, |