“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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