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The Whitehaven News - Thursday, August 14, 1913

LOCAL AND OTHER VERSE
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AT BISKEY HOWE.

In all the pride of Nature’s lavish glory -
 
 In all the radiance of midsummer’s bloom,
 
Like some imperious, passionate love story
 
 That ally my life with brilliance would illume,
 
Are these old hills which circle me around.
 
 No sign of grimy squalor can we see,
 
No noisome sin, no harsh repellant sound -
 
 Nothing but one continuous joyancy.
 
Cool, kindly zephyrs from the land of love
 
 Waft fragrant breezes as I lazily
 
Gaze on the cloudless firmament above
 
 With rapt, untiring, eager, longing eye;
 
And think the lang’rous guerdon of my sight
 
 At Biskey Howe is tremendous with delight.
 

Chas. F. FORSHAW, LL.D
 
Bradford.
 
 
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