To Aberdeen
At the great dance and upleap of the year,
For me, of late, the northwind's cold accost
Was all day long in thy warm welcome lost.
How can I choose henceforth but hold thee dear?
Hoary thy countenance, and thy mien severe,
And thou a nursling of the hailstorm wast,
But on thy heart hath fall'n no touch of frost,
O City of the pallid brow austere.
Grey, wintry-featured, sea-throned Aberdeen!
The stranger thou hast honoured shall not cease,
In whatsoever ways he rest or roam,
To wish thee happy fortune, fame serene:
Thee and thy towers of learning and of peace,
That brood benignant on the northern foam.
For me, of late, the northwind's cold accost
Was all day long in thy warm welcome lost.
How can I choose henceforth but hold thee dear?
Hoary thy countenance, and thy mien severe,
And thou a nursling of the hailstorm wast,
But on thy heart hath fall'n no touch of frost,
O City of the pallid brow austere.
Grey, wintry-featured, sea-throned Aberdeen!
The stranger thou hast honoured shall not cease,
In whatsoever ways he rest or roam,
To wish thee happy fortune, fame serene:
Thee and thy towers of learning and of peace,
That brood benignant on the northern foam.
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