The Emigrant Mechanic and Other Tales in Verse Together with Numerous Songs Upon Canadian Subjects by Thomas Cowherd
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What then befel him in successive years,
Or aught which to thee suitable appears, To make his history such as may be read By high-born race, or those more lowly bred. Let usefulness be still thy constant aim, Nor care a jot for merely worldly fame. Help me to seek, by constant, earnest prayer That God's approval be my chiefest care. And if a Poet thou would'st wish to make Thy guide and pattern, gentle COWPER take. Thus, O my Muse! may we together spend Some happy hours, until my task shall end. And when 'tis finished, may it ne'er be said That we a useless memoir have displayed. In the northwest of England's verdant isle, Where beauteous scenery meets one with a smile, Where lakes and rivers burst upon the sight And fill the mind with transports of delight, Where lofty hills unite with lowly dales To furnish matter for instructive tales, There is a town, a very ancient town, Which, should enjoy a share of high renown. My native place! I need not sink the name-- Such act, sweet KENDAL! thou might'st justly blame, A place so dear, I trust I still shall love, Where'er I am, or wheresoe'er I rove! It has its site fast by a pleasant stream, Beside whose banks our hero learned to dream. Though quiet, it gave birth to many a name, |
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