Lines On Woodstock.

English Woodstock had a palace             Where the Queen in jealous malice             Slew romance's fairest flower,             Fair Rosamond in secret bower;             Our Woodstock pleasing county town,             This brings it both wealth and renown,             To your strong castle some are sent             To give them leisure to repent.             A charming vista you do view             Gazing on each street and avenue,             Mansions and lawn embowered 'mong trees             Where wealthy owners live at ease,             And through the air there sweetly floats             Harmonious Woodstock organ notes,             And men employment secure             In factory for furniture;             Old Oxford is a seat of knowledge,             Woodstock has a fine new college,             And farm implement work shops,             So farmers easy reap their crops;             The old court house is a disgrace,             Grand structure soon will take its place.