ABBOTSFORD

"O bear me back to all to Memory dear,

"Twill to my faded brow be health restored

To feel the breeze that waves the woods of Abbotsford.'

ABBOTSFORD FROM THE RIVER TWEED

'Within that pile he dwelt whose ardent soul Filled with bright dreams, and aspirations high, And boundless knowledge, wonder-chained the

whole

Of human kind, but turned its glorious eye
Of love on Caledon's bleak hills and cloudy sky.'