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 | Sonnets by the Rev. Charles Strong |  |
LXXXIII.
IN MEMORY OF CHARLES HOARE, ESQ., TO WHOM LUSCOMBE OWES ITS BEAUTIES,
AND DAWLISH A DEBT OF LASTING GRATITUDE.
Thankful I walk, and happy then, amid
The dark files, Luscombe, of thy solemn trees,
Or, 'neath high-blossoming magnolias hid
Inhale the fragrance of the fitful breeze.
The dark files, Luscombe, of thy solemn trees,
Or, 'neath high-blossoming magnolias hid
Inhale the fragrance of the fitful breeze.
O blest retreats, that welcome fondly bid
To thoughtful minds, and profit while ye please,
Deeply I feel, if Pilgrim ever did,
The healthful influence of scenes like these.
To thoughtful minds, and profit while ye please,
Deeply I feel, if Pilgrim ever did,
The healthful influence of scenes like these.
How liberal He, whose taste, creative, made
Rude Nature smile—with blushing beauty stored
The verdant slope, and shaped the hollow glade.
Rude Nature smile—with blushing beauty stored
The verdant slope, and shaped the hollow glade.
Well may the grateful strain to him be poured;
For here, Man seems, so charms the dreamy shade,
To Eden and to Innocence restored.
For here, Man seems, so charms the dreamy shade,
To Eden and to Innocence restored.
| Sonnets by the Rev. Charles Strong | |