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II. THE TOWER ON THE HOAD, ULVERSTON.

Look from thy tower—strong wish we mortals have
That deeds should beremembered after death—
Look forth, and tell the listening lands beneath,
From torchy Furness to the charnel cave
Of Heysham's cliff, that since the Leven's wave,
With confluent Craik, at tide-time held its breath
And halted up the vale, no surer wreath
Than duty honoured can outlive the grave!
If hence no rosy star at sunset gleam,
To guide the keel that beats from shoal to shoal,
And cheer the sailor on his lonely road,
White as thy tower, high-lifted, still must beam
The lamp that lit thee, Barrow, to thy goal,
A nation's honour on thy native Hoad.