A Saxon Song

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Tools with the comely names,
  Mattock and scythe and spade,
  Couth and bitter as flames,
  Clean, and bowed in the blade,--
A man and his tools make a man and his trade.

  Breadth of the English shires,
  Hummock and kame and mead,
  Tang of the reeking byres,
  Land of the English breed,--
A man and his land make a man and his creed.

  Leisurely flocks and herds,
  Cool-eyed cattle that come
  Mildly to wonted words,
  Swine that in orchards roam,--
A man and his beasts make a man and his home.

  Children sturdy and flaxen
  Shouting in brotherly strife,
  Like the land they are Saxon,
  Sons of a man and his wife,--
For a man and his loves make a man and his life.

© Victoria Mary Sackville-West