Holmes.

        The wondrous shepherd James Hogg
        Was happy with his good sheep dog,
        Meditating o'er his sweet lays
        While his fleecy flocks did graze.

        His education it came late
        After he reached to man's estate,
        While his flocks were busy feeding
        His favourite authors he was reading.

        Wondrous tales he did rehearse
        Of witches both in prose and verse,
        And he in fairy tales did glory
        Traditions of each shepherd's story.

        The shepherd he sang late and early
        Of the deeds of bold Prince Charley,
        And how the charming bonnie Flora
        Soothed the Prince when in his sorrow.

        Few songs possess so much vigor
        As his gatherin...

        A great enchanter too is Poe,
        His bells do so harmonious flow,
        Wondrous mystery of his raven
        On our minds is 'ere engraven,
        His wierd, wonderful romances
        Imagination oft entrances.

        Of our Laureate we now do sing,
        His youthful muse had daring wing,
        He then despised Baronhood,
        And sang 'twas noble to be good.
        None sang like him of knights of old,
        He England's glory did uphold;
        In wondrous song he hath arrayed
        Glorious charge of light brigade,
        And he hath the people's benison,
        Greatest of living poets Tennyson.

        After him who did the mills own,
        This place was called in honor Tilson;
        Bright gleaming like to a beaming star,
        Is clear waters of the Otter.

        And it doth form here a vast pond,
        Which extends for miles beyond,
        A fortune on town it will shower,
        This prodigious water power.

        No other spots to youth appear,
        Like lovely little lakes round here,
        And few small towns have fine roadway
        Lined with brick blocks like your broadway.

        Worthy of either song or story
        Are the shires round frith of Moray,
        Here lies the valley of Strathspey,
        Famed for its music, lively, gay,
        Elgin cathedral's 'prentice aisle
        Is glory of that ruined pile.
        What modern chisel now could trace
        Fine sculpture of that ancient place,
        And Forres famed for Sweno's stane
        In honor of that kingly Dane,
        'Graved with warriors runes and rhymes,
        Long prior to historic times,
        For a thousand years its been forgot
        Who was victor Dane or Scot,
        It is the country of McBeth
        Where good King Duncan met his death,
        And barren heath that place of fear
        Stood witches cauldron of Shakespeare,

Bacon, Hogg, Lamb and Shakespeare.

        Bacon, philosopher profound,
        With mighty thoughts his works abound,
        Reflections did his mind engage
        Were in advance of his own age.

        And Hogg the Ettrick shepherd bard,
        High honors all do him award,
        Great fame and glory he did reap
        While tending to his flock of sheep.

        And Lamb, the gentle and the good,
        His works all show a happy mood;
        About these names there is no waste,
        Pleasing to fancy and to taste.

        Some critics think they do make clear
        The fact that Bacon wrote Shakespeare,
        But a gent lives in New York
        Asks what effect will it have on pork.

        Of course it w...