Epigraph
‘O bear me back to all to Memory dear,
’Twill to my faded brow be health restored
To feel the breeze that waves the woods of Abbotsford.’
‘Within that pile he dwelt whose ardent soul
Filled with bright dreams, and aspirations high,
And boundless knowledge, wonder-chained the whole
Of human kind, but turned its glorious eye
Of love on Caledon’s bleak hills and cloudy sky.’