Thy “modest muse.” And yet, we all may share
The scenes of beauty that inspired thy lay;
For still, by “Blanchdown Wood” the Tamar sweeps;
Still trickle streamlets down the “Dartmoor” steeps,
And sing blithe music to the lambs at play;
Still through “sweet Ina’s Combe” the Walla leaps,
Hurrying to greet the Tavy on its way.
D. P. Alford.
THE BLOWING UP OF GREAT
TORRINGTON CHURCH.
By George M. Doe.
