 | A book of Bristol sonnets |  |
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DUNDRY TOWER.
Giant perverse, about thee storm winds throwTheir ermines, when the valley violets peep;
And to thy crown the sun its gold will sweep,
When meads are stark and pools are chill below!
Friend of our lands, the dread of foreign foe,
Alone thou dost thy beacon watches keep!
The shepherd feels thee, hurdling of his sheep.
On morning seas thy sign the merchants know!
Watchers there are, among us, like to thee,
Whose tempers cannot with the times agree;
Who, on their honest purpose bent and bold,
Stand straightly up, though winds blow hot or cold;
Such men, who, in their noble solitude
Being nearer Heaven, are misunderstood!
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