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 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. And see, where walls, less broken, crest Yon height, that swells with barren breast, Arises Martha's sister fane,* Where the thin-scatter'd rustic train, Climbing from far the path-worn hill, At Sabbath-noon assemble still. Far to the left pale Hindhead frowns ' With level ridge of sun-burnt downs; Beyond, with pointed summit high, Ascends fir-cinctur'd Crooksbury; While, to the right, fair Hascombe vaunts Her beechen bowers and Dryad-haunts. Where Ewhurst lifts its breezy mound, Turn the tall wind-mill's broad vans round; And, farther still, the tower of Leith Looks o'er the subject vale beneath. Nearer as the eye returns, Fresh beauties', raprut'd, it discerns. Like green expanse of sunny seas, When chequer'd by a vernal breeze, Varying with the varying gale, Billows the barley o'er the vale, �There is a tradition, that the two sisters, Catherine and Martha, built with their own hands the chapels that bear their names and that they possessed but one hammer between them, which they miraculously tossed from hill to hill. ......... Google

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