In the Days of the Guild

BY L. LAMPREY
WITH FOUR ILLUSTRATIONS IN COLOR BY FLORENCE GARDINER AND NUMEROUS LINE DRAWINGS BY MABEL HATT
NEW YORK FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY PUBLISHERS
Copyright, 1918, by Frederick A. Stokes Company
All rights reserved including that of translation into foreign languages.
Printed in the United States of America
To MY FATHER HENRY PHELPS LAMPREY

The horse-bells come a-tinkling by the shoulder of the Down, The bell of Bow is ringing as we ride to London Town. O the breath of the wet salt marshes by Romney port is sweet, But sweeter the thyme of the uplands under the horses’ feet!
It’s far afield I’m faring, to the lands I do not know, For the merchant doth not prosper save he wander to and fro, Yet though the foreign cities be stately and fair to see, It’s an English home on an English down, and my own lass for me!