Eden Philpotts, West Country Author (1862-1960); Dartmoor

A West-Country writer (novelist, playwright and poet), no longer fashionable.

From UP-ALONG  AND DOWN-ALONG, EDEN PHILLPOTTS (1905)

WHERE MY TREASURE IS

ETERNAL Mother, when my race is run,

Will that I pass beneath the risen sun.

Suffer my sight to dim upon some spot

That changes not.

Let my last pillow be the land I love

With fair infinity of blue above;

The roaming shadow of a silver cloud

My only shroud.

A little lark above the morning star,

Shall shrill the tidings of my end afar;

The muffled music of a lone sheep-bell

Shall be my knell.

And where stone heroes trod the Moor of old;

Where ancient wolf howled round a granite fold;

Hide Thou, beneath the heather's new-born light,

My endless night.

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A Shadow Passes (1918)

A West Country Pilgrimage (1920) (Illustrations A. T. Benthall)

A Dish of Apples   (1921) (Illustrations Arthur Rackham) 

Wikipedia entry

Eden Philpotts was much admired (like Thomas Hardy) by Douglas Macmillan of Castle Cary
(see last three verses):