Ammon Wrigley - "A Greeting"

The following is a transcription of a work by Saddleworth poet Ammon Wrigley (1861-1946).

A Greeting

Where rolling sheep-lands seek the moor
We two were lads together!
That time when life ran through our veins
Like sunbeams o’er the heather;
How swift and bright those days flew by—
With ne’er a clouded morrow!
Joy’s brimming cup was pressed to lips
That ne’er had tasted sorrow.
And still I see in haunting dreams
That happy time and dearest!
The scenes that lie about my heart,
The fairest and the nearest;
Still flits across my bleaker years,
The gleam of morning hours!
From sunny fields where once I knew
The song-birds and the flowers.
The upland fields on harvest nights,
The moon above them golden!
The quiet homes of shepherd folk
In hamlets, grey and olden;
The weathered farms on windy heights,
The moors behind them sweeping,
Each scene we two in boyhood shared—
Still lives in memory’s keeping.
The skylark loves the cloudless blue,
The ousel loves the shadows!
The throstle loves the hedges green
That look across the meadows;
The lapwing loves the lonely hills,
The mooredge, bleak and stony,
And true as they, I turn to thee
A loving heart, old crony.
How fair the angel of the morn
On wings of gold uprising!
Yet full as fair thy manhood’s glow,
The dark, the false, despising;
Thy word hath wronged no fellow man,
Thy hand ne’er shirked its labour!
Thy knee ne’er bended to the fool
Who scornes a poorer neighbour.
No flaunting show of land and gold,
No fine apparel wearing!
A nobler claim to honest worth,
An upright, manly bearing;
And once again, good health to thee,
And may thy skies be bluer!
For never man, by word or deed,
Can worthier be or truer.
May many years and many joys
Be added to thy measure!
And thy esteem to me remain
A dearly valued treasure;
Fair weather friends may offer thee
Affection — frail and fleeting!
But ever warm and true shall be—
An old companion’s greeting.

Ammon Wrigley - "A Greeting"


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