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THE HUMBER WOLDS. 



Sweet hills of beauty ! from your toweling brows 

 What lovely landscapes burst upon the sight 

 In rich variety ! Afar ! afar ! 

 Our vision stretches o'er a mingled mass 

 Of hill, dale, water, meadow, com field, wood. 

 In brightness blending. — At your bases lie 

 Plains rich in rural elegance, and fraught 

 With sylvan loveliness. Fair villages. 

 Cots, hamlets, farms in sweet confusion gleam ; 

 Here Welton hides beneath her sylvan shades. 

 And rural E Houghton 'mid towering trees. 

 And Brantingham with its romantic dale. — 

 From your first rising nigh the Humber's shore 

 Where Hessle lifts her village spire on high. 

 To where, with bolder eminence, ye turn 

 At Cave, laid hidden in its hollow dell. 

 And sweep away in undulating line 

 Far to the north, what beauties ye enclose 

 Betwixt your summits and the water's marge ! 

 A poet's world ! where his keen eye may find 

 The whole of nature which his heart could wish. 

 Save cloud-encircled mountains, craggy rocks. 

 And ocean more sublime. With pensive step 

 He here may wander through sweet rm*al lanes. 

 Whose mazy windings cheat the roving eye 

 And charm it to delight ! His feet may roam 

 Along the pathway through the yellow com. 

 Whose heads bow down with weighty fruitfulness. 

 Whilst all around most lovely landscapes gleam 

 In varied beauty, oft seen through the trees. 

 Or o'er the hedges filled with fragrant flowers. — 

 The fertile meadow, or the pasture land. 

 With cattle feeding — oxen, kine or sheep. 

 In perfect happiness, may glad his eye. 



