I have published all those by Donne. But there are others who wrote, and who should be shared.

Hilare Belloc was a revanchist, a Catholic polemicist, a walker, and a wit. He is not as direct as the puritan poet we have been following. But this is good.

Lift up your hearts in Gumber, laugh the Weald
And you my mother the Valley of Arun sing.
Here am I homeward from my wandering,
Here am I homeward and my heart is healed.
You my companions whom the World has tired
Come out to greet me. I have found a face
More beautiful than Gardens ; more desired
Than boys in exile love their native place.

Lift up your hearts in Gumber, laugh the Weald
And you most ancient Valley of Arun sing.
Here am I homeward from my wandering,
Here am I homeward and my heart is healed.
If I was thirsty, I have heard a spring.
If I was dusty, I have found a field.

Hilare Belloc

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