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SONNET TO JOHN WALKER ORD, F.G.S.L.
Hail, child of Genius! Cleveland's honour'd bard!Who, singing England's praise, forgat not her
Whose hills, and brooks, and plains, thou didst prefer
To all the world: thou wert a worshipper
Of Nature fair; and on the daisied sward
Of thy dear native vale did ofttimes lay,
(When Phœbus high in azure heaven did ride,
And sea-nymphs sported in the ocean tide,)
To hear the lark's glad song, see lambkins play,
And view thy Cleveland clad in garments gay
Of lovely green, with Flora's gems bedight
So rich and profuse, that thy gladden'd soul
Felt inspiration at the very sight,
And wing'd its way beyond the world's control.
George Markham Tweddell. Stokesley.
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