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Ar bajenn-mañ n’he deus ket ezhomm da vezañ adlennet.

18 ADIEU TO BRITANNY.

V.

Till , as oft as by meadow and stream

With thy Maries and Josephs I roam, In companionship gentle and friendly I seem

As with Patrick and Brigid at home.

VL

Green , meadow-fresh , streamy-bright land !

Though greener meads , valleys as fair Be at home , yet the home-yeaming heart will demand

Are they blest as in Brittany there 9

VIL

Demand not : repining is vain :

But , would God , that even as thou In thy homeliest homesteads , contented Bretagne ,

Were the green isle my thoughts are with , now !

VIII.

But I call thee not golden : let gold

Deck the coronal troubadours twine^ » Where the waves of the Loire and Gar-avon are roUed

Through the land of the white wheat and vine ;

IX.

And the fire of the Frenchman goes up To the quick-thoughted , dark-flashing eye ; —

While Glory and Change , quaffing Luxury's cup , Challenge ail things below and on high.

X.

Leave td him , to the véhément man Of the Loire , of the Seine , of the Rhône ,

In Idea's high pathways to march in the van , To o'erthrow , and set up the o'erthrown.