On they calm joys with what delight I dream
Thou dear green valley of my native stream!
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vide The Broken Crutch page 54.
The moat remains, the dwelling is no more!
Its name denotes its melancholy fall.
For village children call the spot Burnt Hall.
—his kitchen smoke,
That from the tow'ring rookery upward broke,
Of joyful import to the poor hard by,
Stream'd a glad sign of hospitality.
Loud fell the gate against the post,
Her heart-strings like to crack,
For much she fear'd the grisly ghost
Would leap upon her back.