Tuesday, 1 January 2013

Cawdmoor (Cold Moor)


I stood on Cawdmoor, and I look’d around:
My native vale spread pleasant to the view,—
The landscape painted in each glorious hue,
By the great artist, Nature. Each sight and sound
Was full of peace and joy. Everywhere 5
Flowers bloom’d in beauty, from the purple heath
And gold tormentil, to the graceful wreath
Hung by the harebell near the foxgloves there.
Yonder are woods, and waters, and green glades;
Cornfield and pasture, garden, orchard, cot, 10
Farmstead and hamlet, town, church, mill, all dot
The varied landscape; and a hundred trades
Are plying their bread-winning; whilst on yon sea
The sails of commerce spread continually.

Sure such a land was meant by God to be 15
The true abode of Happiness, not Woe!
Man, woman, child, must all be brought to know
That we can ne’er enjoy felicity,
Virtue’s reward, unless we too are good.
Study the laws of Nature all through life, 20
And practise them, and happiness, I trow,
Will be the sure result. All needful food,
For body and for mind, will then abound
For all the people; poverty will cease;
Grim War will die for ever and sweet Peace 25
Reign unmolested; and, where Hate has frown’d,
Love will charm all with her bliss-giving smile,
And none harm others or by force or guile.

George Markham Tweddell

Cawdmoor is Coldmoor near Hasty Bank on the North Yorkshire Moors above Great Broughton area. 'Cawd' is Cleveland dialect for 'Cold' according to Elizabeth Tweddell (Florence Cleveland's) dialect glossary in the back of  her book Rhymes and Sketches to Illustrate the Cleveland Dialect. Thanks to Sarah Williams for pointing out the phonetic spelling and location.

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