pnutbutterprincess quoted Poems by Eliza Cook
We guard the spot where steeples rise In stately grandeur to the skies; We mark the place where altars shine, As hallow'd, sainted, and divine; And just as sacred should we hold The turf, where peasants blithe and bold, Can plant their footsteps day or night, In free, unquestioned, native right.
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But every English heart will tell It loves an "English common" well; And curse the hard and griping hand That wrests away such "hallow'd" land; That shuts the green waste, fresh and wild; From poor man's beast and poor man's child!
— Poems by Eliza Cook (Page 180)
From the poem "Stanzas" which argues for the preservation of public green spaces where people and animals can gather and spend time together.