(Aldborough, October, 1823.)
(Aldborough, October, 1823.)
(Aldborough, October, 1823.)
Thus once again, my native place, I comeThee to salute—my earliest, latest home.Much are we alter’d both, but I beholdIn thee a youth renew’d—whilst I am old.The works of man from dying we may save;But man himself moves onward to the grave.
Thus once again, my native place, I comeThee to salute—my earliest, latest home.Much are we alter’d both, but I beholdIn thee a youth renew’d—whilst I am old.The works of man from dying we may save;But man himself moves onward to the grave.
Thus once again, my native place, I comeThee to salute—my earliest, latest home.Much are we alter’d both, but I beholdIn thee a youth renew’d—whilst I am old.The works of man from dying we may save;But man himself moves onward to the grave.
Thus once again, my native place, I come
Thee to salute—my earliest, latest home.
Much are we alter’d both, but I behold
In thee a youth renew’d—whilst I am old.
The works of man from dying we may save;
But man himself moves onward to the grave.