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ORFORD.
A SONNET, INSCRIBED TO MY FRIEND JOHN WODDERSPOON.
Rememberest thou that pleasant summer daySpent by us at old Orford, like a dream?
How, as we went, the morning's fitful gleam
Made the bleak “walks” and barren heaths look gay!
Rememberest thou the hour we wiled away
In ferrying over Ore's broad, billowy stream;
And all our converse, held on many a theme,
As at our feet the German Ocean lay?
But, above all, rememberest thou the hour
We gave that noble room; which well may vie,
In its rude grandeur of simplicity,
With any—feudal baron in his power
Could wish to feast in; and, from its high tower,
Beheld, well-pleased, our humble hostelrie!
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