Vale of White Horse
The Vale was once a gem:
Far years speak beauty – make us long to know
Their ways – to treasure, prize,
As not the present, Can they be relived?
No, hardly now. And yet
Their joys survive – made yours, within these pages.
Come, let’s seek them. Backward
Glance, and prove
What gracious days then shone.
This book recalls, alive, time past, sublime -
The massing of great elms,
Their shaded fields; deep thatch, men one with nature.
Roam with us these pages...
Find rich lands unspoilt – their paradise
Till now not sung, not known.
The Vale, seen still superb, awaits you here:
Oh, come with hope -
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Roye England