Achingly beautiful words by Walter Scott from 1806

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Dear kind folk.  I awoke to hear of my mother taking a poorly turn so I dashed to London, sans Bede and sans (😬) change of clothes..  BUT Sir Walter Scott sidled up to me and whispered again a poem of hillocks, trees, leaves and glen.  So stop with me a while, and hear his words, and rest your guile.

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ERROR: I say he wrote Marmion December 1806 but it was November.  Apologies.

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