CHAPTER XXVIII. 



DOWN IN DENSHIRE.* 



COME haste with me to Denshire, where the red-deer 

 roams at will, 



O'er the purple-bosomed moorland and the densely- 

 wooded hill, 



Through the valleys robed in verdure, rich as emeralds 

 in their sheen, 



Where the streamlet wanders swiftly, through the wood- 

 land wild and green, 



Where the heather blooms so bravely, and tall birch- 

 trees wave around, 



Midst countless ferns so beautiful, that densely clothe 

 the ground, 



Where woodbine sweet, and ivy green, their tendrils 

 fondly twine 



Round mountain-ash and hazel bough, where blooms 

 the eglantine ; 



Where the foxglove in its glory midst the bracken 

 rears its head, 



Beneath the grand old beech-tree, with branches 

 widely spread. 



* Denshire is the old English name for Devonshire. 



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