Tuesday 1 January 2013

To the Cleveland Hills.


To the Cleveland Hills.

Roseberry Topping by Trev Teasdel
I’ve roam’d ye Hills, with many a gifted mind—
Bards, artists, naturalists; and every one
Did dearly love the scenes they gazed upon,
So varied in their beauty; and the wind
Blown o’er you ocean, cool’d each fever’d brow. 5
How few of us can meet on you again!
For some have pass’d across the raging main,
To make fresh homes afar; and they are now
Spreading the light of knowledge where before
The earth was wild and waste. And many sleep 10
Beneath their grassy hillocks, and we weep
To lose them all too soon. But ye, though hoar
With countless ages, whate’er change we see,
Stand firm, and seem as fix’d for all eternity.

George Markham Tweddell




by Trev Teasdel

by Trev Teasdel

More of  Trev's Photos of  the Cleveland Hills here

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