LOCAL VERSE.

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AT ST. BEES.


I wandered by thy pebbly beach, St. Bees, -

       Thy lovely beach unstained by vulgar man;

And quaffed rich draughts of Heaven's Elysian breeze,

       And rendered thanks for God's all-perfect plan.

Away, I said, with festive seaside places,

       Their crowds henceforth shall hold no charms for me,

St. Bees shall be the haven of my graces,

       For I am peaceful as a soul set free !

No noisy tripper sullies this pur air -

       No rowdy throng here desecrates the calm -

All is paradise divinely fair,

       All is glad and sanctifying balm.

Here on finds rest and heath and sweet content,

       And food for thought at priceless blessings sent !


Chas. F. FORSHAW,
Wasdale House, St. Bees, Sep. 5th 1905

Published by special arrangement.

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