The Ackley pilgrims . bid thee adieu. Most romantic the views as we sped past thy bowers,Of mountains and vales, of castles and ruins most frowningly perched on the hillBy men of past ages, who built with much skill. Suspended thy bridges far over our shows the improvement of the present day;With tunnels cut through the hillside so solid,With comfortable homesteads but never one squalid. 13 Thy fields are well tended, thy flocks and thy fold Are watched oer by Shepherds, as they watched them of old. Thy land seemed productive of comfort and gain, Well cared for and govern
The Ackley pilgrims . bid thee adieu. Most romantic the views as we sped past thy bowers,Of mountains and vales, of castles and ruins most frowningly perched on the hillBy men of past ages, who built with much skill. Suspended thy bridges far over our shows the improvement of the present day;With tunnels cut through the hillside so solid,With comfortable homesteads but never one squalid. 13 Thy fields are well tended, thy flocks and thy fold Are watched oer by Shepherds, as they watched them of old. Thy land seemed productive of comfort and gain, Well cared for and governed in the present reign. O could we have lingered on thy sea-girted shore,Gone bathing and fishing and found out the storeOf knowledge, so precious, to fill up the give pleasing thoughts as we left thee behind. But our stay was too short to find out the story Of historic honors — of battles and glory. So with hearts full of pleasure at viewing thy beauties. We flew on to England, to our increase of 14 ML/^ff^^ l^/^lrvT last we stood on Enplish soil,^^^^^^^ And many dici agree There was less of pleasure than of toilIn crossing the Irish sea. But the ill effects were lessened,As we thought of all wed seen, As on to Chester we hastened,For Wales had lain between. In Chester we spent one night,Stopping at Queen Hotel, Where all seemed cheerful and bright,And where we soon felt well. Then, taking carriage or bus,We drove around the city, Viewing the quaint and some things so pretty. Next morn we arose at six oclockAnd proceeded on our way To Kenilworth Castle, a brick of Leicester in decay. Viewed these ruins, walked legends of the past; Then hurried oer the groundAs the rain was falling fast. 15 Next to Warwick was the order,And to Warwick we did go, Where w^e walked along its border,Saw the Avons gentle flow — Viewed the house and grounds outside,The old draw-bridge and the moat, In which all of us took down
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