the Wish


May I see England, Though years go by

Before I realise my dream; before I die

May I see English cities, English towns,

Green fields and meadows, the sweeping Downs,

The village of my dreams, flowers in spring,

Quiet country lanes, hedgerows. May I see everything

That I have dreamed of. Should you ask me why

I long so much for these. I will reply:

"I have roots in England. Old though they be,

They are not dead, but rise and live in me."


Author Unknown

This poem is an excerpt from the book:
'Charles & Sarah Verrall & Their Descendants'
Compiled by D. Adams & G. Green



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