THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

“I, by a mother’s care, when young, was led

Down by the river to yon primrose bed

Where birds so sweetly sung the trees among.

I thought those days were happy, bright and long.

Oft I, a boy, with others of my age,

Did eager here in youthful sports engage:

Oft in yon wood we roved when life was new,

The rocks, and trees, and rugged caves to view.

Where woodbines wild with sweets perfumed the air,

And all seem’d joyous, beautiful, and fair.”

Tweddell/Castillo