. A selection of posthumous poems. •^rafcv^r^ 4A:»&f^>4^ife^^ < 4 u i i. HULTON ABBEY. Far up the winding stream of ancient Trent,The Abbe) reared its venerable head ; Grave monks their time in sweet devotion spent,And crosierd Abbots the procession led. Here, Audleys Lord, the spacious meadows gave,Meandering gently down the verdant vale, Through which Trends waters musically laved,Their lovely cadence murmuring on the gale. For full four centuries, this sacred spotEchoed the matin and the vesper song; And at still midnight, day scenes all forgot, Their heavenly numbers trembled on the
. A selection of posthumous poems. •^rafcv^r^ 4A:»&f^>4^ife^^ < 4 u i i. HULTON ABBEY. Far up the winding stream of ancient Trent,The Abbe) reared its venerable head ; Grave monks their time in sweet devotion spent,And crosierd Abbots the procession led. Here, Audleys Lord, the spacious meadows gave,Meandering gently down the verdant vale, Through which Trends waters musically laved,Their lovely cadence murmuring on the gale. For full four centuries, this sacred spotEchoed the matin and the vesper song; And at still midnight, day scenes all forgot, Their heavenly numbers trembled on the tongue. ^^vrapMv^W^ml ^I^Jli^^Oisk^ A4ir .?. W HVLTON ABBEY, 4 } s a ^ Ave Maria ! and the Jubilate, Were sung on Festival and holy day;And often flowed the solemn aspirate, When evening star ushered the morning* s ray. Oh ! who can censure such divine employ, When worship yearns from pure and guileless breasts ?Oh ! who can half conceive the heavenly joy, Which on the soul devout, for ever rests ? Here gothic beauty charmed the captive sight,And silent grandeur reigned a
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