Oh, how indelible a lovely view
Imprints itself upon our memory:
For, who can climb thy summit and from thence
Behold that prospect, so enchanting; spread
Before his wonderous gaze; nor feel it's power
To cheer the mind, and elevate the soul?
Around, and over us, the clouds are borne
with gentle motion, glittering in the sun:
Like those huge icebergs which in Arctic Seas
Contrast with dazzling white the blue beneath.
Whilst others fleecy float with crimson tints,
Emblems, at once of purity and peace.
And far beneath us blooms the lovely dale
Of Cleveland, with it's smiling fields of corn;
It's meadows, with their peaceful flocks and herds,
It's rural villages, those happy seats
Of busy, prosperous industry, and all
The little farms which doth the landscape bound,
And give an animated gaiety,
Adding fresh pleasure....................................."
There's at least another 100 lines of this!
It was written in the 1850's by a geezer called Mr. J.R. Robinson of Drewsbury.
Posted by fitzcoraldo
3rd April 2002ce
Edited 19th June 2003ce