January 12, 2018
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The earth is my country,
I travel unknown,
Yet where I may wander
I go not alone,
The hills are my kindred
And the place where I dwell
Knows her son like a mother
And comforts her well.
The wind is my comrade,
His counsel is good, - -
Long days on the upland,
At nightfall the wood;
Her wide eaves are shelter
And her bed is the best...
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