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Dartside

By Charles Kingsley

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I cannot tell what you say, green leaves,          I cannot tell what you say:     But I know that there is a spirit in you,          And a word in you this day.     I cannot tell what you say, rosy rocks,          I cannot tell what you say:     But I know that there is a spirit in you,          And a word in you this day.     I cannot tell what you say, brown streams,          I cannot tell what you say:     But I know that in you too a spirit doth live,          And a word doth speak this day.     'Oh green is the colour of faith and truth,     And rose the colour of love and youth,          And brown of the fruitful clay.          Sweet Earth is faithful, and fruitful, and young,          And her bridal day shall come ere long,     And you shall know what the rocks and the streams          And the whispering woodlands say.'     Drew's Teignton, Dartmoor,     July 31, 1849.

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About Charles Kingsley

Charles Kingsley (1819–1875) was an English novelist, historian, and poet whose poem "The Three Fishers" and children's book "The Water-Babies" are Victorian classics. He was also a social reformer and advocate for "Christian Socialism."

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