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The High Tide.
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Alle fresh the level pasture lay,And not a shadowe mote be seene,Save where full fyve good miles awayThe steeple tower'd from out the greene;Alle fresh the level pasture lay,And not a shadowe mote be seene,Save where full fyve good miles awayThe steeple tower'd from out the greene;