The House on the Hill

Excerpt from The House on the Hill: And Other Poems To M. G. W Though thy rich worth transcends the art Of all my poetry, This hook of verses from my heart I dedicate to thee. The earth below, the heaven above, Thy nature sweet and strong, I melt them in the fire of love And coin them into song. Though rough the die, yet fire is there; Then take these songs. They ring Of metal true, and lo! they bear The image of our King. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.