Saturday, 23 February 2013

Frank Wilkinson

Frank Wilkinson.

“He wooed the Muses on thy banks, fair Tees!

And oft, in distant Burmah, sigh’d once more

Bardlike to loiter in the pleasant fields

And flower-strewn footpaths of his native land:

And when he sang by Sitong’s eastern stream, 5

His songs breathed love for home, and Hurworth Rose

In hid ‘mind’s eye,’ with all its quiet homes

And dear familiar faces, till he wept,

And felt himself a child again.”

Peter Proletarius’ George Marham Tweddell

[Bards and Authors, p. 350]

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