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George Gordon McCrae

(9 May 1833 – 15 August 1927 / Leith, Scotland)

Poems of George Gordon McCrae

Forby Sutherland

A LANE of elms in June;—the air
Of eve is cool and calm and sweet.
See! straying here a youthful pair,
With sad and slowly moving feet,

On hand in hand to yon gray gate,
O’er which the rosy apples swing;
And there they vow a mingled fate,
One day when George the Third is king.

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