THE RIVER DUDDON
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THE RIVER DUDDON
THE KIRK of ULPHA to the pilgrim’s eye Is welcome as a star, that doth present Its shining forehead through the peaceful rent Of a black cloud diffused o’er half the sky: Or as a fruitful palm-tree towering high O’er the parched waste beside an Arab’s tent; Or the Indian tree whose branches, downward bent, Take root again, a boundless canopy. How sweet were leisure! could it yield no more Than ‘mid that wave-washed Churchyard to recline, 10 From pastoral graves extracting thoughts divine; Or there to pace, and mark the summits hoar Of distant moonlit mountains faintly shine, Soothed by the unseen River’s gentle roar.