By: Ardis E. Parshall - April 25, 2017 My Homeland in the West By Hettie Geldard, Bradford, England There’s a crying in the meadow, there’s a sobbing on the breeze,There’s a yearning in the low wind as it passes through the trees ;And oh, my heart is calling for the land I love the best,And fast my tears are falling for my home-land in the West! Oh, English fields are fair to see, and English hearts are kind,But ne’er in English...
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