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1. Thoughts after a Visit to the Fane Valley in Spring - Poem

   

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   POEM
   

   I

   Fair Fane! in all the vales which mark thy course along,

   The fairest is the pleasant dale where I locate my song,

   tis here thy youthful, purling stream flows through its rocky passes,

   Round flowery creeks by leafy shrubs and daisy sprinkled grasses.

   
   II

   
   As down thy patient pebbled bed thy crystal waters glide,

   The margin of two counties love the friend of either side,

   The lightly springing speckled trout cleave thy tide like a dart,

   And safe beneath the hawthorn shade, defy the angler's art.

   
   III

   
   Here Luganearly lowly bebnds to kiss thy margin fair,

   And Altnamackin stoopeth down the envied kiss to share,

   While Skeriff coyly lies behind the hills of Ballinavea,

   And Skerrymore, like a knigh of yore, stands guarding night and day

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Informant

   Mr D. Blackwood

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Ballynarea, Co. Armagh