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TTHE Avon is a famous rivulet,The mountain Duddon and the “bonnie Doon”Flow ever-shining in the sun of song,While plaintive Yarrow moaneth evermore.But there is one which I must halo yetWith verse, as with a gleam of morning glory;Must set its woodland murmurings to tune,As through summer groves it steals along;Must gather inspiration from its loveOf visible beauty and traditions hoary,And spiritual presences sublime.Dear Luggie! thou are mine by right of birth,And daily brotherhood and poet’s rhyme.O could I make thee famous o’er the earth!
TTHE Avon is a famous rivulet,The mountain Duddon and the “bonnie Doon”Flow ever-shining in the sun of song,While plaintive Yarrow moaneth evermore.But there is one which I must halo yetWith verse, as with a gleam of morning glory;Must set its woodland murmurings to tune,As through summer groves it steals along;Must gather inspiration from its loveOf visible beauty and traditions hoary,And spiritual presences sublime.Dear Luggie! thou are mine by right of birth,And daily brotherhood and poet’s rhyme.O could I make thee famous o’er the earth!
TTHE Avon is a famous rivulet,The mountain Duddon and the “bonnie Doon”Flow ever-shining in the sun of song,While plaintive Yarrow moaneth evermore.But there is one which I must halo yetWith verse, as with a gleam of morning glory;Must set its woodland murmurings to tune,As through summer groves it steals along;Must gather inspiration from its loveOf visible beauty and traditions hoary,And spiritual presences sublime.Dear Luggie! thou are mine by right of birth,And daily brotherhood and poet’s rhyme.O could I make thee famous o’er the earth!
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