AND ANGLING SONGS. 19 



LXIV. 



Thy dewy uplands often roll 

 Before me, knoll succeeding knoll, 



At the mind's invocation, 

 Charm'd Esk ! a panorama bright 

 Which waves before the inner sight 



In endless fascination. 



LXV. 



Thy waters dancing at its feet, 

 Billholm smiles out from its retreat, 



Lit up with happy faces. 

 And jubilant with merry prate 

 Of children a dear friend's estate, 



The bower of the Graces ! 



LXVI. 



Year after year, when summer tide 

 Is ebbing, and the river-side 



Teems with excess of riches, 

 I give surrender to the spells 

 That circumvent thy dewy dells 



The beauty that bewitches ; 



LXVII. 



Climbing to every vantage ground 



Of distant prospect, round and round 



To their green sources tracing 

 The flowery glens that part the hills 

 Listening the whisper of the rills 



Or their starr'd tenants chasing. 



