FONTSTOWN.
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Now once again my Muse shall wake
A simple strain, for Fontstown's sake;
A fairer spot, where all are fair,
Ne'er met my wandering footsteps there.
A simple strain, for Fontstown's sake;
A fairer spot, where all are fair,
Ne'er met my wandering footsteps there.
Fontstown! my sweet and peaceful home!
Along thy glades I love to roam,
Or rest beneath thy spreading trees,
While hawthorn sweets perfume the breeze,
Along thy glades I love to roam,
Or rest beneath thy spreading trees,
While hawthorn sweets perfume the breeze,
Or saunter through the pleasant shade,
The arbour-walk, for coolness made,
With primroses and violets spread,
And branches clustering over head.
The arbour-walk, for coolness made,
With primroses and violets spread,
And branches clustering over head.
Emerging from the leafy screen,
The pleasant parsonage is seen;
While lovely flowers, of various hue
And fragrant scent, adorn the view.
The pleasant parsonage is seen;
While lovely flowers, of various hue
And fragrant scent, adorn the view.
Or turn we now that walk along,
With lilacs and laburnums hung,
With lilacs and laburnums hung,
