Memoir and remains of the Rev. James D. Burns ... By the late Rev. James Hamilton [i.e. J. D. Burns] |
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THE AVE OF SAÔ JORGE. |
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THE AVE OF SAÔ JORGE.
The mountains like eternal ramparts keepWatch round it, in their shadow sunk it lies
A little Eden, azure-domed by skies
Whose fluent sunlight falls on it like sleep.
Birds haunt its delicate air, meadow and steep
Are muffled thick with vines; through rents in the green
Of chestnut forests, cottages are seen,
And upwards thin blue smoke-wreaths slowly creep.
Ocean's calm fulfilling waters bound
The vale, and chaunt their everlasting psalm,
Response eliciting from the entranced shore.
Beauty walks here with constant step and calm;
Alas! that while its bloom may still be found,
The innocence of Eden lives no more!
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