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184 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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REV. DR. MURRAY GLANDORE
THOUGH I have forsaken long Fairy land and tuneful song, Though my lips forget to tell Thoughts they once could utter well, How can I, with heart and tongue, See unloved, or love unsung, Scenes like those that rise before The enchanted eye in sweet Glandore ?
Though a high and holy call Claims my soul and senses all, Saints might sing a type like this Of their own bright realms of bliss ; Man may tell in strains of love, Oh ! how fair the world above, When such beauty beameth o'er The heaven below of sweet Glandore !
Cloudless sky and sparkless sea, Cliff and shore and forest tree, Glen and stream and mountain blue Burst at once upon the view ; The gay, the beautiful, the grand Blending over wave and land Till the eye can ask no more Than it hath in sweet Glandore. |
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