Horace in Homespun by Hugh Haliburton [i.e. J. L. Robertson] A New Edition with Illustrations by A. S. Boyd |
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PREFACE.
In town I walk by this lake-side,
I fish in yonder pool;
In streets I see o'er mountains wide
The morning opening cool.
I fish in yonder pool;
In streets I see o'er mountains wide
The morning opening cool.
Here later fate has cast my lines,
And half my life's been spent;
Yet countryward my heart inclines,
True to its native bent.
And half my life's been spent;
Yet countryward my heart inclines,
True to its native bent.
City, no son of yours am I,
Who bring from boyhood down
The memory of the open sky
And hills and valleys lown.
Who bring from boyhood down
The memory of the open sky
And hills and valleys lown.
In vain your traffic hems me in;
In vain ye grind and bray;
I hear through your discordant din
The plashing of the May;
In vain ye grind and bray;
I hear through your discordant din
The plashing of the May;
The Farg's low treble takes my ear,
And, though long silent, still
With all the boy's delight I hear
The hum of Pottie mill.
And, though long silent, still
With all the boy's delight I hear
The hum of Pottie mill.
In vain your reek, in vain your smeek;
Through't a' I yet discern
The peace that mantles Baigley peak,
The skies that span Strathearn.
Through't a' I yet discern
The peace that mantles Baigley peak,
The skies that span Strathearn.
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