Thursday, 10 January 2013

Mulgrave Wood

Mulgrave Wood.

All who love Nature must delight to roam
Along the sylvan glades of this old wood,
Where noble tress have many ages stood,
And many song-birds long have made their home.
Here trees of every form and hue are found, 5
And wildflowers ’neath their branches freely bloom:
For thousands, town-pent now, there here is room
To gladden eye and ear with sight and sound;
For miles of primroses are seen in Spring,
Bees sweetly hum in blossoms of the sloe; 10
Summer and Autumn too have flowers to show
By millions; birds and insects on the wing
Fill the whole air with melody; and e’en
Keen Winter all adorns with silvery sheen.

George Markham Tweddell

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