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[------“'Twas my lot, ere long to roam]

------“'Twas my lot, ere long to roam
A listless exile, far from home—
Far from these walls that mark my birth,
To rear my unambitious hearth,
Where Courtenay's turrets crown the groves,
And vermeil meads that Isca loves!
'Twas then on topographic lore,
Some evil genius bade me pore;
Borne on swift steed of keen research,
Hunt out a ruin or a church,” &c.