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 160 MONTGOMERY.

Might stoop to analyze. Well pleased to change His slippery footing mid the Alpine cliffs, And midnight conflicts with the avalanche, He dozed among the birds who nestle here, All prodigal of song, and laid no claim, Though lion-like in strength, to the renown Of that bad Cerberus, who gnashed and growled At the Hesperides.

But Sheffield, sure,

Hath more to boast, than plants whose greenness fades, Or riches of the mine. She pointed out The sweet Moravian poet, he who saw Through Fancy s glass, the &quot;World before the Flood,&quot; And told its doings to our grosser ear, And oft had given Devotion s lip the words She sought but could not find. High praise is his Who bends his talents to their noblest ends, And ne er disjoins them from the Maker s praise : Such praise is thine, Montgomery, meek in heart. And full of Christian love.

We said farewell

Reluctantly to those, who, like tried friends, Though newly seen, had marked each fleeting hour With deeds of kindness ; and as through the scenes Of glorious beauty, hill and dale and tower, Swept on our light postchaise, of them we spake Such words as glowing gratitude inspires.

There stood a cottage, near a spreading moor, Just where its heathery blackness melts away

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