| Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | Lyrics. I. Auburn | | By Richard Wilton (18271903) |
| | A Seaside Elegy | | Here Auburn stood which was washed away by the sea. |
| Map of East Yorkshire. |
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| HERE Auburn stood | |
| By pleasant fields surrounded, | |
| Where now for centuries the ocean-flood | |
| With melancholy murmur has resounded. | |
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| Here Auburn stood | 5 |
| Where now the sea-bird hovers | |
| Here stretched the shady lane and sheltering wood, | |
| The twilight haunt of long-forgotten lovers. | |
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| The village spire | |
| Here raised its silent finger, | 10 |
| Sweet bells were heard and voice of rustic choir, | |
| Where now the pensive chimes of ocean linger. | |
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| Dear, white-faced homes | |
| Stood round in happy cluster, | |
| Warm and secure, where the rude breaker foams, | 15 |
| And Winter winds with angry billows bluster. | |
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| Here, in still graves, | |
| Reposed the dead of ages: | |
| When lo! with rush of desecrating waves, | |
| Through the green churchyard the loud tempest rages. | 20 |
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| Here Auburn stood | |
| Till washed away by ocean, | |
| Whose waters smile to-day in careless mood | |
| Oer its whelmed site, and dance with merry motion. | |
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| Here now we stand, | 25 |
| Mid lifes dear comforts dwelling: | |
| Soon we shall passOh! for a Saviours hand | |
| When round our earthly house Deaths waves are swelling. | | | |
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