O Knaresboro’, Knaresboro’! charms are thine;
Thee,[90] thousand beauties do combine:
Oh! would that thou wert my abode,—
Thou glorious spot inwrought by God!
With Him no workman can compare,
His skilful works are everywhere:
And He alone did carve the world,
Round which the mighty ocean curl’d.
Incumbent rocks, as they were hurl’d,
And mountains, tow’ring to the skies,