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Description: | Tis a valley soft and sweet
Lying smiling in the sun
Hills in waving outline meet
An as circling ramparts run
Slightly dotted here and there
O'er their verdure clothed sides
Nature's ornaments appear
Grateful shades wh. she provides
Waving proudly far away
Seas of gold attract the eye
As reliefs from scenes so gay
Verdant pasture fields are nigh
Mid this quiet green retreat
Rises square the ancient tower
Whose church porch and rustic seat
Offer shelter from the shower
Tis a quaint and aged place
Graceless rude and ill designed
But the tokens of a race
Long departed fill the mind
Tis a place with blessings fraught
To the anxious listener there
Pure and strong the truth is taught
Children's voices echo fair
But beside the village fane
Something strikes the stranger's sight
Near, the vicar's new domain
Smiles most enviably bright
Happy homesteads - English homes
Gardens decked with scrupulous care
Inmates thrifty loving kind
None with Cabourne can compare
There true love doth reign supreme
There the grace's throne is set
Thence feele many a kindly beam
Shines for kindred rarely met
Such a beam from time to time
Shines on my far distant room
But it does not dance on rhyme
Thus I long to see it come.
On the back page a separate fragment of verse:
Therefore I fain would cry
"Pax" to the matchless foe
Therefore I fain would try
To break her cruel blow
Tis a strange form of vice
That a Stalian maid
So learned so precise
So sober and so staid. | Temporal: | undated [mid 19th Cent?] | Source: | Lincolnshire County Council | Identifier: | http://www.lincstothepast.com/Records/Re... | Go to resource |
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