'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.' '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.'…
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